This is a Dark-esque fic with somewhat PWP smut. It demands a sequel, don't you think? Oh and this is late because I was exhausted by AX which ended yesterday and had to wake up early because of a morning class that had my first exam... x.X;;; -goes to work on her other 3rd day claim- ^^;;;
Restriction and Release
Roy groans softly into the flesh of his forearm; pants bundled at his thighs, jacket and undershirt in disarray but still covering him albeit barely (a button or two of his jacket’s fastenings have disappeared, the collar is wrinkled, cuffs crinkled). He lies on the top of his desk: legs spread, back arched; fingers of his other arm clenching the edge of his dark wood desk, hips buckling up and down in the rhythm of Havoc’s lapping on his reluctant arousal.
This is not right. They should not be doing this.
Havoc is taken.
Roy is his superior.
It’s mid-day, lunch hour. Everyone else might be on break but Roy decided to skip it in favour of work (having not really the want or appetite for food and relaxation. So many things he must do to make up for surrendering everything a few years after the death of Fuhrer Bradley--Pride).
It had been months since he was reinstated and promoted to the rank of Major General but his old attitude had disappeared (or rather evolved) into a workaholic persona. No more were the smirks of arrogance, the slight grins of amusement, the glares of irritation. No more was Roy the playboy he was best known as. He never gone out since that day he left for the north. He didn’t feel like it, not wanting to burden anyone with his internal baggage of guilt and regret. There wasn’t time for a relationship or even for simple fucking when Roy was a corporal. He had something to do and that was to stand guard—diligently following orders like the good dog he was supposed to be.
Sweat drenches his hair, dark strands streaked with a few lines of grey cling to the sides of his face and the fabric of the rough woolen eye-patch grows heavier, weighing down the scrap until Roy feels it being pressed against the scarred eyelid, almost as if wanting to be thrust inside. He turns his head to the side, gasping softly when a pair of lips wrap around the crown of his cock, the force of the suckling enough for Roy to moan louder, to forget the protests in his throat. His knuckles turn whiter against wood, teeth biting into the flesh of his arm to muffle his noise.
Anyone could be walking pass his office and he rather not be found like this—especially considering his past history with the court-martialing office and then some. Never mind he is expected to meet General Hakuro later on for some “private” business.
The flesh of his forearm bruises underneath his teeth, blood—his blood, how bitter in taste—trickles into his mouth. It is sand. He chokes; gags and gasps. Havoc releases him and glances up, perhaps farther above Roy’s head but he doesn’t care. The brunet breathes in deeply, his arm falling over the side of the desk. Eye closed tightly, his chest moves up and down quickly before slowing, almost to a still point. His Lieutenant hovers over his body, almost imposing but a hand reaches out, brushes away a strand of hair from Roy’s sight, leaning down; their breath—Havoc’s erratic to Roy’s desperate—mingle and combine. Roy opens his eye. He closes it.
He looks away from the other’s kind but lust filled bright blue eyes.
He can’t do this.
Raising his hands, he tries to push Havoc away but his subordinate won’t move—won’t budge. Roy groans once more, not in pleasure but in frustration. Havoc presses himself against the alchemist’s body, covering him with his own before turning Roy’s face so he could stare at him directly, scrutinizing him in a way Roy would never want anyone to do after his pride and will broke.
The blond says nothing but presses his lips against Roy’s.
This is wrong, he thinks, a tongue prying his mouth open, delving inside. Roy reluctantly suckles softly around the hot muscle, drawing it in even more. Havoc’s calloused hands wrap around their arousals, pumping them together long enough to entice a gasp from Roy’s vocal cords. The blond lifts himself off Roy’s body slightly, crawling down in a slow manner, pressing his lips, grazing with his teeth over the alchemist’s flesh. The pale—almost white (how long has it been since Roy actually went out in sunlight?)—skin trembles, prickling with nervous, minuscule bumps.
Roy shivers, spreading his legs to give Havoc more room. He gasps sharply when Havoc thrusts his tongue into his navel, repeating the action in a soft mimicry of thrusting. The alchemist rolls his eyes into the back of his head slightly, spine arching even more as it lifts from the desk. Havoc presses his fingers against Roy’s entrance, tapping against it.
The door opens and closes, Roy strains his neck to go look but Havoc inserts a finger, curling it enough to brush across that spot. Roy groans and stops trying to see if the door actually did open or not. It’s probably his imagination. Yes, that was it. All he cares about now is that Havoc is stroking the inside of him, pressing against that bundle of nerves, stroking against it in a small rhythm. His skin flushes and Roy breathes heavily, eyelid closing; Havoc’s hand grasps one of his hips firmly, the other pulling down Roy’s pants to the brunet’s ankles before reaching up to divulge his superior of his jacket carefully.
He’s not so careful with Roy’s dress shirt. The buttons pop and drop onto the desk, the floor, rolling around until they disappear (probably never to be found again). Roy quivers at the breeze from his open window, biting on his lower lip. That wisp of air reminds him to be careful, anyone could still hear what is happening right now and Roy does not want a scandal. Not again, not for something so forbidden yet euphoric beyond belief. Mouth gaping, his breath sharpens into a deep intake; Roy hisses softly when warmth engulfs him again, a tongue pressed against his slit.
Where there was one before, there are two now inside him. Roy thrusts against them as Havoc takes one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it inside gently, suckling on them with an expert’s touch. Roy can’t take any more. It’s been too long since he reached this level of intimacy. There is breath of air against his shoulder and Roy almost cracks his eye open but climax hits him hard. He spills into Havoc’s waiting mouth, eye rolling back into his head even more than before, mouth wide in a silent scream. His body jerks, hips jump—the blood in his veins burn.
Havoc does nothing but swallows as much as he could, a trickle of semen cascades down the edge of his lips as he leans up and stares at Roy. Roy blushes with what blood that still is left inside his body but Havoc kisses him. He tastes bitterness and cigarettes on the Lieutenant’s mouth and groans. His cock twitches but Havoc continues to pump him as he takes control of the kiss, forcing Roy to give in and forget everything but what his subordinate was doing to him. He surrenders, willingly.
The fingers inside him continue to move: thrust, jab, brush, stroke. Roy moans into the kiss, a whimper of protest as Havoc withdraws, moving between the alchemist’s legs once more, his free hand removing Roy’s boots and socks, then the puddle of cloth bundled at the brunet’s ankles. Roy is nude of all clothing now, more so than before. He trembles in anticipation, in fear. Anyone could walk in. He doesn’t remember the door being locked. He doesn’t remember the window being open either but he knows it is. There is air passing over him, hot like the summer breeze in July.
It hits his cheek and Roy furrows his eyebrows together. The eye-patch is even heavier and for a moment, he imagines that there is hot breath against his lips and that there is a person standing over him, but that is silly. He did not hear anyone come in and he knows that Havoc would stop if there was. Yet, he never did pin the blond as an exhibitionist but with a lover he has now, Roy really shouldn’t be so surprised.
Roy groans softly when Havoc removes his fingers only to gasp in surprise as something moist presses against his entrance. He squirms on his desk, trying to get away. No one has done this to him and Roy preferred it that way. He gasps again when the tongue delves deeper and withdraws, then thrusts inside, twisting inside him not unlike the fingers but it is wet and hot.
There is no lubrication in his desk, Roy remembers in the back of his mind.
Havoc would have already searched if there was.
Is this improvison? Roy doesn’t know; he only wants Havoc to stop but any protest he tries to make is silenced as a rough thumb presses, then digs into the slit of his arousal’s crown. His hips roll in frustration, buckling in pleasure as ecstasy rages in his body. His breathing deepens and quickens. It burns.
The Lieutenant’s tongue goes as much as it can inside him, enough to press against that sensitive knot of nerves and Roy quivers; hands reach out to the edges of the desk. His knuckles turn white again as he tries to stabilize himself. Disgust fills him just as he bites into his slightly injured inner cheek. Sand, there is sand again in his mouth and he chokes as Havoc doesn’t stop this time, only moving further in and out of Roy’s body, using saliva to lubricate his entrance.
Roy’s eye is tight and there is a hand—calloused yet different but Roy cannot tell, he cannot think of anything but the wet muscle inside his body—around his budding arousal, stroking him to full hardness. He groans heavily, trying desperately to move away but the hand on his hip keeps him firm against the wood. Roy’s breath shudders, his body quivers; trembling in reticent delight as the nerves in his body all become aflame with euphoria.
Havoc suckles at his entrance, not stopping at all. His pace is infuriating slow and tantalizing and Roy knows his body jerks slightly on the desk. There will be bruises on his body from this and impressions of the desk’s sharp edges on his skin. He wonders if Hakuro would say anything about it later when they meet. Roy swallows the lump in his throat and tries to give a word of protest but once more that is quieted. He thinks that his hair is being brushed away but Havoc thrusts his tongue even deeper, if that is even possible inside Roy’s body.
Cock straining, Roy moans loudly when Havoc finally withdraws, pulling Roy up against his body. Roy finds himself turned over half way; his side is against the wood, a bare foot pressed against the carpeting of his floor. He grips the opposite edge of the desk with his left hand; the hard surface presses against his left shoulder in an almost painful manner. His right leg is lifted, his left foot floats up. Right knee hooked on Havoc’s shoulder, Roy gasps loudly as Havoc slowly positions himself.
The moistness of the other’s crown is almost like that of the tongue that once was inside but it’s much larger than Havoc’s tongue. Very large and Roy can’t remember the last time he did something like this. Before it was only women and during the war it was men but now? It was nothing other than a slim fake cock that Hakuro tells him to place inside his body (“Payment for allowing you to come back, traitor,” the General tells him ever so often, “Your body for your career. How lovely it is that you finally do ‘suck’ it up to those who are truly above you now. How wonderful it might be should your men finally find out that you are the real whore of this Miliary.
Perhaps I should tell them sometime soon how much of a slut you are really, Mustang. Yet, perhaps I shouldn’t. You are after all doing this for their sake after all. Before you allowed us to exile you as not to bring down punishment to them but now that you return? You freely gave us your body as substitute. How utterly loyal you are to them. Sadly that is not to be said for your loyalty to the military.”) or nothing at all. Hakuro said he would take him one day, just not yet.
Roy gasps loudly, eye closed tightly as he tries not to thrust back against the arousal that burns into him. He cannot take this, he knows, he’ll be ripped in half. It’s been too long and the pain just overwhelms. Saliva and stretching is not enough. It’s been too long but Havoc knows what he is doing. Immediately the blond aims for Roy’s prostate and Roy arches. He moans.
His eye flares open. Havoc leans down and takes his lips; kisses him deeply, thrusting his tongue inside just as he is fully inside his superior. They still themselves for a moment—an eternity—trying not to bring more pain. Roy wonders what really brought this entire thing about. He stares into Havoc’s lusting gaze, almost seeing something else in that stare before the Lieutenant withdraws and then thrusts.
Back arching, Roy moves with him, against him, impaling himself slightly against the erected member. His muscles quiver and clench. His toes curl in pleasure as the pain ebbs away. Havoc reaches down and brushes some drenched hair away from Roy’s eyes but it is not his hand that reaches for Roy’s eye-patch and removes it.
“Lovely, isn’t he,” Havoc speaks out loud. Roy wonders who he is talking to, then freezes when he hears an answer.
“Very,” that voice, how could he forget that voice. Fullmetal, or rather the Alchemist formerly known as Fullmetal. Edward Elric, Jean Havoc’s lover.
Cold automail fingers hold Roy’s eye-patch as the brunet stretches his neck to see if it was really Elric in the room. The younger alchemist has a soft smile as he too reaches down and brushes away Roy’s hair from his eye.
The scarred eyelid twitches as light descends down on it and Roy turns his head, trying not to let darkness hit it but Elric’s cold hand (yet warming hand) forces him to keep still. The lid twinges and minutely it starts to open, revealing that contrary to popular belief, Roy still has two eyes and not one. Both blond stare at Roy’s face as it darkens with guilt and anguish. Roy reaches for his eye-patch. Elric keeps it away and leans down.
Warm lips cover his own and Roy gasps softly, allowing Elric to stroke the brunet’s tongue with his own as Havoc resumes his thrusting. Roy’s body trembles as Elric’s automail hand wraps around his arousal, pumping it at the same pace Havoc moves inside Roy’s body. Roy reaches out and feels the bulge in Elric’s pants, hand pressed against it. He tugs at the clothing aimlessly until he feels Elric’s other hand come and join him in unfastening it. The arousal is strong and weeping, Roy wraps it in his own and tugs at it gently before becoming more firm. He pulls slightly enough to almost force the blond alchemist closer to him.
Roy breaks the kiss and stares at the erection in front of his face. He opens his mouth and tentatively licks at the crown, drawing a gasp from his former subordinate who fumbles in stroking Roy’s cock. Havoc slows to still, watching his superior take in the younger male’s member into his mouth and suckles it lightly, lapping his tongue against the flesh of the loose foreskin, one hand pulling it back soon after to expose the head even more. Roy groans and wraps his lips around the crown, tongue mimicking what Havoc did earlier to him.
The thrusting resumes; this time with Elric sometimes buckling into Roy’s mouth, not enough to choke but enough to make the older man uncomfortable. They move in almost unison but even then it is enough. Roy groans deeply, the vibrations enough to draw a gasp from Elric; Havoc moans low enough when Roy clenches his muscles around his arousal. The brunet glances up and watches in wonder as Havoc draws Elric into a deep kiss, something inside him burns in a hurtful way. He ignores it as he continues to try and give as much pleasure he could to these two men.
Just like he was trained to do when he came back from the North.
Havoc moves faster inside Roy now as he breaks the kiss from his lover, nipping on Elric’s lower lip before bending down to pull Roy’s earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh. Elric groans and quickens his metal hand on the brunet’s erection (the contours of the automail hand giving a textural experience Roy never felt before). He gasps around the younger alchemist’s cock as Havoc sharply thrusts inside of him.
Roy’s back curves as much as it could considering. There is a hand in Roy’s hair, pulling at it slightly but keeping both of his eyes exposed. Roy tears his mouth away from Elric’s flesh and almost screams, keeping silent at the last minute as he bites down the noise until it is only a deep feral growl. His muscles clench hard and his body jerks to the side, shuddering hard as orgasm rushes through him, burning his veins with molten ecstasy. He spills against Elric’s hand and his desk. Havoc thrusts even harder now inside him until he too climaxes with a loud groan.
Elric watches them and strokes his own cock, covering Roy’s hand with his own, but Roy tugs at him again, lifting his head off his desk to stare at Elric in the eye, recognizing that look in his eyes to be very similar to Havoc’s own. He mouths something to the younger alchemist and watches as gold eyes widen when Havoc pulls out of Roy’s body. Roy feels empty.
But not for long.
Elric takes Havoc’s place and Havoc watches them as Roy moves against Elric’s body, turning his body just enough so his back is pressed against his desk. The younger blond bends down and kisses him deeply, thrusting into him hard and erratic; just like what Roy wanted.
Only a few minutes pass before Roy’s new lover—if he could really call them that—releases inside him. Elric stays inside him for a bit longer before Havoc reluctantly helps him withdraw from Roy’s warmth. Together, they pull Roy up against him and Havoc nods to Elric, motioning toward the door. Elric grins and gestures something, probably already silently stating he locked the door as he helps Havoc bring Roy to the couch.
Arms wrap around his nude body and he rests his head against Havoc’s lap, eyes closing as he feels himself relaxing for the first time, though unsure if he really should. Roy tries to say something but exhaustion from everything finally catches up with him. He falls into black.
Havoc smiles at his superior, watching him sleep before shaking his head, “I guess you were right… He did need this, though he’s probably going to tear one into me later.”
Elric chuckles as he sits down, setting Roy’s legs over his lap, “Not my fault he works himself to death. I might not be Military but I’m here enough to know some thing’s wrong with him. He’s just not Mustang anymore, is he?”
“I just wish I knew what was wrong…” Havoc’s voice is wistful as he brushes away some of Roy’s hair, “There has to be something wrong with him. He’s nothing like the man we knew from before and we all know that him being in the North shouldn’t be enough for him to turn into this workaholic robot we know him now as…”
Sighing, Elric shakes his head and reaches out, clasping Havoc’s hand in his own, “We’ll find out and then try to bring some fire back into his eyes. I don’t like it when he went off treating us as if we were more important than him just then. It’s not right. It’s especially not right if he hasn’t once taunted me about something either.”
Havoc nods briskly, “Hopefully he’ll talk to us soon.”
“Same here, Jean. Same here.” Elric pulls Havoc closer to him, wrapping an arm around his older lover’s shoulder, “We didn’t gamble about something like this if we weren’t that much in love with him as we already are… and don’t quote me on that. If this bastard knew I was in love with him I might not hear the end of it.” Elric’s mouth moves into mock-frown as Havoc laughs, kissing him lightly.
“Yes, Ed, I know. I guess, one day we’ll probably really have to tell that tale to each other, and maybe Mustang too, on how exactly we found ourselves with feelings for him anyway.” Havoc grins and leans back, knowing Hawkeye would give them the afternoon off, Mustang included. Pulling Elric against him, he smiles at his lover, “Come on. Let’s doze off.”
“That’ll be the day,” Elric smirks as he rests his head on Havoc’s shoulder, “Besides… If we really want to make this work, we have to be honest with each other right?” His grin widens as he kisses his lover gently before bending down to do the same to Roy. Havoc follows, pulling the brunet closer to their bodies as not to give the older alchemist a chill.
“Right. I’m just glad, you’re willing to do this with me.”
“Is there really a reason why I shouldn’t?”
Havoc laughs, shaking his head.
There was no answer to that.
End?
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Date: 2007-07-04 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-04 11:20 pm (UTC)I absolutely loved this!! Poor Roy *steals him away from Hakuro, ties him to Havoc and Ed's bed* I would absolutely love to know what happens. *begs for a sequal*
Thank you so much!! :D
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