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kinkfestTitle - Feast for the Senses
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cornerofmadness
Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - All rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers - Spoilers for everything past FMA 100
Warnings - AU
Word Count - 1,298
Summary - He had lost one sense but the others still served him well
Author’s note - Written for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy/Riza: Sights, smells and touches: End of manga blind!roy, “I will never be able to see your beautiful face.” It’s an AU of what did happen at the end of the series. Thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta.
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Roy smelled the richness of a spicy steak hitting the grill. He had, under Riza’s guidance, started the wood under the metal grill work. He didn’t like letting her cook. He wanted to do something, anything, but he was usually banned from the kitchen. Roy spent many of his meals with his mother at her rebuilt bar and restaurant. All things considered, the war ended as well as could be expected.
Roy had to admit he was disappointed that he hadn’t been able to be healed, but Edward had rescued his brother, and no one was turned into a Philosopher’s Stone. That was the important thing. His loss was small in the grand scheme of things. Riza’s grandfather was now Fuhrer and he had put Roy in charge of ‘overseeing’ the restoration of Ishbal after the newly appointed ambassador Mustang had retired from the military. Riza began work as Grumman’s adjutant and with Roy out of the military, they could finally be together. It was hard to hate that.
The sizzle of the steak was enticing. From the way Hayate was weaving around his chair, the dog thought so, too. “Sit, boy,” he said and Hayate plopped down on Roy’s foot with a whine. “What can I do to help, Riza?”
“Have a modicum of patience. The table is set. You’ve already poured the drinks and made something special.”
“Ed brought limes with him on his last visit so I just muddled some mint into the simple syrup and added in the lime juice and rum.” Roy shrugged. “Told him I could make something good from limes but would he believe me?”
“Ed wouldn’t believe you if you said the sky was blue.”
Roy snorted. “True.”
Riza put the steaks on the table. Perfectly seared, they were rare and juicy on the inside. Roy savored the explosion of spice on the tongue. The cooling drink he had made was perfect for afterward. He and Riza relaxed on the porch, watching the sunset. Well, Riza did. Roy was content to listen to the beginnings of the evening cricket song. In his mind’s eye, he and Riza were children again chasing fireflies. They blinked so beautifully.
His fingers quested for hers. Riza took his hand, rubbing it. Sometimes, they ached from the damage the two swords had done, but mostly, Roy liked being touched. He always had and losing one of his senses seemed to have made him long to use his remaining ones more. Her fingers circled the scar in his palm. The sword had luckily missed the array scar lines, not that he needed an array any more, another trade off for his sight. Still, that array was a part of him. Riza and Roy was glad it hadn’t been marred.
He heard her shift, felt her breath on his neck before Riza whispered, “Let’s go inside. I want to do bad things to you.”
Roy sputtered. “Have you been listening to my mother and sisters talk?”
“Highly informative.”
“Oh hell.” He nearly bashed his knee and stepped on Hayate in his haste to get up.
Roy let Riza lead him inside and up the stairs. He knew the layout of their room well now, finding the bed easily. She had been planning something since the spread had been turned down and the soft sheets were waiting for him. Roy entertained ideas of what Riza might have been inspired to do by his ever-naughty adoptive family. That was all he needed to stoke the fire inside him.
“Starting without me?” Riza sounded amused.
“Because of you,” he assured her, taking off his shoes.
“Take your clothes off and lie back.”
He grinned. “I love it when you’re demanding.”
“Oh, I can see that.”
He rubbed the fabric of his trousers over his growing erection. Yes, even the blind could probably see this thing. Obediently, Roy stripped and stretched out on the bed. He had splurged on these sheets, finding out where the Armstrong family got their linens. It felt like he was resting on a cloud. He ran his scarred hands down his own belly before stroking himself. He might not be able to see but he still knew how to put on a show.
The mattress sank down a little as Riza joined him. Something tickled against the sole of his foot then curled up around his ankle. Roy snickered. “Riza, is that a feather?”
She dusted it over his testicles, making his cock twitch. “Oh yes.”
“That tickles.”
“How about this?”
Something liquidy soft caressed up his thigh and along the length of his throbbing cock. A soft moan burbled out of him. “Again,” he whispered.
Riza complied, swirling it over him. “Oh, you like this.”
“Silk,” Roy guessed.
“You are good.” Riza leaned close, kissing him hard. Her tongue pressed into his mouth. She tasted of lime and mint. He sucked at the probing appendage greedily.
His finger brushed along her cheeks then along the delicate line of her jaw. When he broke for air, a sudden sadness swept over him. “I will never be able to see your beautiful face.”
Riza snuggled tight against him, the feather tickling his ear. “You remember it. You forget nothing, alchemist. Your memory is prodigious.”
He grinned at her attempt to keep him from the darkness. “That’s not the only thing.”
The silk gently rubbed the head of his cock. “Don’t I know it.”
Roy shifted, his hand sliding along the curves of her body before curling his fingers along her hot, moist folds. She was already so very ready for him. Unsurprised that teasing him excited her, Roy circled a finger over her clit. He sucked on the soft skin just above the horrible scar running along her neck. Riza was self-conscious of the scar. He insisted he didn’t care and Roy didn’t. He had nearly lost her. A scar was nothing in comparison to that.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“I’m going to be right here, always,” he promised, rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Something flicked over his nipples. Riza still had that silly feather.
Sitting on his belly, she teased his sensitized flesh with it. Finally, he caught it, gently tugging it from her. Roy ran it along her breasts, eliciting a delighted sound from her. Riza’s weight lifted off his abdomen then her warmth surrounded his shaft as she took him inside her. It was a sensation, the intimacy without a barrier between them, that Roy was still getting used to. They wanted children, even if he was a little afraid of what sort of father he might be.
Riza rode him slowly at first, her hands drawing patterns on his skin. As her pace picked up, she took a firmer hold of his waist. Roy stroked her arms, thighs and hips, whatever he could reach. He loved the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips, the soft sounds that she made as their bodies danced together.
Riza shuddered under his hands, her body folding tighter against his. He rolled her onto the mattress, feeling it give under their weight. His mouth found the delicate curve of her collarbone as he thrust into her. He could taste the salt of her skin, smell that mix of gun oil, sweat and perfume that made up Riza’s unique scent.
Need swamped him, driving his hips faster. His climax overcame him, leaving Roy lying against Riza. He could feel the sweat pooling between their bodies. She urged him onto the mattress, snuggled against him. Her curves fit against him like she had always been meant to be a part of him. He might never see how beautiful she was again but he knew it in his heart. He needed nothing more.
Author -
cornerofmadnessFandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - All rights belong to Arakawa
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers - Spoilers for everything past FMA 100
Warnings - AU
Word Count - 1,298
Summary - He had lost one sense but the others still served him well
Author’s note - Written for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy/Riza: Sights, smells and touches: End of manga blind!roy, “I will never be able to see your beautiful face.” It’s an AU of what did happen at the end of the series. Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta.X X X
Roy smelled the richness of a spicy steak hitting the grill. He had, under Riza’s guidance, started the wood under the metal grill work. He didn’t like letting her cook. He wanted to do something, anything, but he was usually banned from the kitchen. Roy spent many of his meals with his mother at her rebuilt bar and restaurant. All things considered, the war ended as well as could be expected.
Roy had to admit he was disappointed that he hadn’t been able to be healed, but Edward had rescued his brother, and no one was turned into a Philosopher’s Stone. That was the important thing. His loss was small in the grand scheme of things. Riza’s grandfather was now Fuhrer and he had put Roy in charge of ‘overseeing’ the restoration of Ishbal after the newly appointed ambassador Mustang had retired from the military. Riza began work as Grumman’s adjutant and with Roy out of the military, they could finally be together. It was hard to hate that.
The sizzle of the steak was enticing. From the way Hayate was weaving around his chair, the dog thought so, too. “Sit, boy,” he said and Hayate plopped down on Roy’s foot with a whine. “What can I do to help, Riza?”
“Have a modicum of patience. The table is set. You’ve already poured the drinks and made something special.”
“Ed brought limes with him on his last visit so I just muddled some mint into the simple syrup and added in the lime juice and rum.” Roy shrugged. “Told him I could make something good from limes but would he believe me?”
“Ed wouldn’t believe you if you said the sky was blue.”
Roy snorted. “True.”
Riza put the steaks on the table. Perfectly seared, they were rare and juicy on the inside. Roy savored the explosion of spice on the tongue. The cooling drink he had made was perfect for afterward. He and Riza relaxed on the porch, watching the sunset. Well, Riza did. Roy was content to listen to the beginnings of the evening cricket song. In his mind’s eye, he and Riza were children again chasing fireflies. They blinked so beautifully.
His fingers quested for hers. Riza took his hand, rubbing it. Sometimes, they ached from the damage the two swords had done, but mostly, Roy liked being touched. He always had and losing one of his senses seemed to have made him long to use his remaining ones more. Her fingers circled the scar in his palm. The sword had luckily missed the array scar lines, not that he needed an array any more, another trade off for his sight. Still, that array was a part of him. Riza and Roy was glad it hadn’t been marred.
He heard her shift, felt her breath on his neck before Riza whispered, “Let’s go inside. I want to do bad things to you.”
Roy sputtered. “Have you been listening to my mother and sisters talk?”
“Highly informative.”
“Oh hell.” He nearly bashed his knee and stepped on Hayate in his haste to get up.
Roy let Riza lead him inside and up the stairs. He knew the layout of their room well now, finding the bed easily. She had been planning something since the spread had been turned down and the soft sheets were waiting for him. Roy entertained ideas of what Riza might have been inspired to do by his ever-naughty adoptive family. That was all he needed to stoke the fire inside him.
“Starting without me?” Riza sounded amused.
“Because of you,” he assured her, taking off his shoes.
“Take your clothes off and lie back.”
He grinned. “I love it when you’re demanding.”
“Oh, I can see that.”
He rubbed the fabric of his trousers over his growing erection. Yes, even the blind could probably see this thing. Obediently, Roy stripped and stretched out on the bed. He had splurged on these sheets, finding out where the Armstrong family got their linens. It felt like he was resting on a cloud. He ran his scarred hands down his own belly before stroking himself. He might not be able to see but he still knew how to put on a show.
The mattress sank down a little as Riza joined him. Something tickled against the sole of his foot then curled up around his ankle. Roy snickered. “Riza, is that a feather?”
She dusted it over his testicles, making his cock twitch. “Oh yes.”
“That tickles.”
“How about this?”
Something liquidy soft caressed up his thigh and along the length of his throbbing cock. A soft moan burbled out of him. “Again,” he whispered.
Riza complied, swirling it over him. “Oh, you like this.”
“Silk,” Roy guessed.
“You are good.” Riza leaned close, kissing him hard. Her tongue pressed into his mouth. She tasted of lime and mint. He sucked at the probing appendage greedily.
His finger brushed along her cheeks then along the delicate line of her jaw. When he broke for air, a sudden sadness swept over him. “I will never be able to see your beautiful face.”
Riza snuggled tight against him, the feather tickling his ear. “You remember it. You forget nothing, alchemist. Your memory is prodigious.”
He grinned at her attempt to keep him from the darkness. “That’s not the only thing.”
The silk gently rubbed the head of his cock. “Don’t I know it.”
Roy shifted, his hand sliding along the curves of her body before curling his fingers along her hot, moist folds. She was already so very ready for him. Unsurprised that teasing him excited her, Roy circled a finger over her clit. He sucked on the soft skin just above the horrible scar running along her neck. Riza was self-conscious of the scar. He insisted he didn’t care and Roy didn’t. He had nearly lost her. A scar was nothing in comparison to that.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“I’m going to be right here, always,” he promised, rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Something flicked over his nipples. Riza still had that silly feather.
Sitting on his belly, she teased his sensitized flesh with it. Finally, he caught it, gently tugging it from her. Roy ran it along her breasts, eliciting a delighted sound from her. Riza’s weight lifted off his abdomen then her warmth surrounded his shaft as she took him inside her. It was a sensation, the intimacy without a barrier between them, that Roy was still getting used to. They wanted children, even if he was a little afraid of what sort of father he might be.
Riza rode him slowly at first, her hands drawing patterns on his skin. As her pace picked up, she took a firmer hold of his waist. Roy stroked her arms, thighs and hips, whatever he could reach. He loved the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips, the soft sounds that she made as their bodies danced together.
Riza shuddered under his hands, her body folding tighter against his. He rolled her onto the mattress, feeling it give under their weight. His mouth found the delicate curve of her collarbone as he thrust into her. He could taste the salt of her skin, smell that mix of gun oil, sweat and perfume that made up Riza’s unique scent.
Need swamped him, driving his hips faster. His climax overcame him, leaving Roy lying against Riza. He could feel the sweat pooling between their bodies. She urged him onto the mattress, snuggled against him. Her curves fit against him like she had always been meant to be a part of him. He might never see how beautiful she was again but he knew it in his heart. He needed nothing more.
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