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kinkfestTitle -- Freedom in Surrender
Author--![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- I don’t own them, Arakawa does
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Olivia/Roy, Maes/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers -- set sometime after the war but before the main action of the series, no spoilers
Word Count -- 3747
Warning -- implied polyamorous sex, pegging, submission
Summary -- He loves surrendering himself to them.
Author’s Note -- written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt “Fullmetal Alchemist – Olivier/Roy, Maes/Roy – Submissive – He’ll be whatever they need him to be.” Found out it was for my usual beta so there are a few other pairings I know she likes in here, too. Thanks to bay115 for the beta.
XXX
“I’ve got a meeting,” Roy said into the phone, hoping to stem the torrent of words bubbling out of Hughes.
“But you’re in Central.” Hughes’s disappointment echoed in Roy’s ear.
“For meetings. Well, it’s supposed to be for the generals, but Grumman is goldbricking. Trust me, I’d rather be out with you and the family than staring at Gran, Haruko and Raven.”
“She’ll be there, won’t she?”
“She won’t be happy about it.” Roy thought about the she in question. His cock twitched at the idea of climbing the Wall of Briggs. Of course, just to put him in his place, she wouldn’t allow him to watch her in the meeting. If he did, he’d be guaranteed to go home alone and unhappy.
Hughes sighed. “Meet me at the Veiled Moon later tonight.”
“I’ll call if I get tied up,” Roy promised.
Hughes snorted, knowing that could literally happen. “Don’t fall asleep in the meeting.”
“I’ll try.”
Roy hung up and headed for the conference room. Riza hadn’t been particularly happy with having to remain out east and Roy felt naked without her. He didn’t have much time to feel her loss. The meeting was every bit as boring as Roy feared He wanted to sleep or stare at Olivia, but the only part of her not covered up by the unflattering uniform was her face. If he stared at her face too long, she might stab him. He knew better than to annoy her.
Why couldn’t she have her brother’s personality? A moment’s deeper thought on that made Roy shudder. He definitely wouldn’t like that type. He already had one goofy loud lover. He was so lost in his thoughts of a cheery, huggy, scary Olivia that he nearly missed his turn to discuss the concerns and progress of Eastern command.
XXX
Roy didn’t quite know what to do with himself. His windowless cubbyhole of a temporary office really had nothing for him to do. It served to house a phone to keep in touch with his people instead of using a semi-public hotel phone. He’d already called back East. Riza seemed to know – or had guessed since she knew him so well – that he’d be going to meet Maes later. Sadly it was too early for that, too early even for dinner.
Technically, he was supposed to triple check the transcription he had been given of the meeting and comment with any corrections. Roy hated paperwork. It was going to be his bogyman if he ever lived to be Fuhrer. He was half asleep on the paperwork when someone came into the cramped room unannounced. Roy wasn’t expecting to see Olivia here. She carried a leather attaché and her expression was indecipherable.
“Did you get bored with the paperwork, too?” He smirked.
She locked the door. “By the second paragraph.”
“Same here.”
Olivia stalked over to him, grabbed him by the lapels and crushed her mouth to his in a fierce kiss. The animal in her awoke every part of him, his cock already stirring by the time she let him go. Olivia stripped off her heavy jacket and he could see her nipples outlined under her blouse.
“Get undressed,” she ordered, knowing he wouldn’t argue. He submitted to her every whim. He couldn’t explain why he liked being so compliant. He was in charge all day, every day, and he relished letting someone else have temporary control. It freed him completely. He had to trust the person to even think of letting them in control of him. He did trust the Armstrongs. They were many things good and bad, but she would not really hurt him, not in this setting at any rate.
He also knew playful stripteases were good for Maes and Riza or even Gracia, but Olivia was even less for foreplay than most men he knew. He untied his boots and pulled them off, tossing them under the desk. Shucking the jacket, Roy started working on his shirt buttons. Olivia watched him, like a cat eyeing a mouse, as she undressed as well. Her disrobing was strictly perfunctory, but the sight of those well-sculpted breasts was enough to peak his interest.
Once he was undressed, he took his half-hard cock in hand, stroking it into full attention. Sauntering over to him, Olivia rubbed a thumb over the spongy head of his shaft. He reached up to pull her down into a kiss. He wasn’t sure Olivia was overly fond of kissing, but she knew enough that it really made his body respond.
Olivia’s mouth claimed his as she stroked his cock. He rolled his fingers over her nipple, making it stand up. When she let him go, Roy took that bud of flesh between his lips, sucking. She played with his balls as his mouth worked against her. Roy slipped one hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for him. He wasn't the only one who had been waiting for the meeting to end. He slipped two fingers into her as his thumb took the slow circuitous route over her clit, keeping the friction up until she was panting against him.
Olivia pushed away. “Damn you, Mustang, always trying to get the advantage.”
“You know you love it.”
“You know I'm going to punish you for it.”
Roy licked his lips. “Tell me what you're going to do to me.”
She snorted, going to fetch her attaché. She put in on the desk, then put her hands on his shoulders. “Get on your knees, alchemist.”
That was an order Roy couldn't wait to obey. He dropped to them, and then pulled her closer. He laved his tongue along moist familiar geography, dipping into her as his nose took over the work his thumb had been doing. Her strong fingers massaged his scalp. He rocked with her as she moved slightly, getting something out of her case. A strip of silk fell over his eyes and she tied the blindfold behind his head.
“Aw,” he muttered against her hot flesh.
“I know how much you like to look, but you've been impertinent. You'll leave that in place,” she instructed, tapping his head.
He murmured his assent before resuming his tongue acrobatics. She was close and he knew it. And just before he achieved his goal, Olivia stepped away.
“Get off your knees, Mustang.”
He obeyed. His cock desperately wanted touched, but he wasn't sure he dared without her permission. He could hear her doing something that sounded like the crisp movement of leather. Olivia spun him around one handed, and the other hand traced up the arc of his cleft, her fingers slick with lubricant. She ringed it around his entrance.
“I'm going to take you against the desk,” she said.
“Aren't I supposed to be telling you that?” In all his office sex fantasies, it was usually him taking Riza on the desk top. Going north and doing the same to Olivia just left him with images of too-cold rooms and dick sizes that matched the temperature.
Olivia laughed, deep and throaty. “You wish.”
She pushed him forward and Roy put his hands out. The cool desk top met his fingers. She didn't give him much time to brace before he felt the head of her strap-on press against him. Her hips flexed against him, spearing him on the what he could only term Armstrong-sized dildo.
Roy moaned, scrabbling against the desk as a wave of fire radiated from his core. “Damn woman.”
She leaned over him, her nipples brushing his shoulder. “You looked ready to me,” she said, her breath curling along his neck.
“You’re just so gentle,” he replied flippantly. She would punish him for that and he wanted it.
Olivia bit his shoulder, grabbing hold of his hips. The woman had strength that he couldn’t believe. She thrust the well-lubed strap on in and out of him, pinning him to the desk until he was groaning, pushing back to meet her. The dildo went in so deep with each stroke, Roy’s knees felt weak. He needed to keep his arms on the desk for balance, but he wanted to stroke his cock. He was getting close.
“Olivia.”
Her fingers closed over his shaft, as if reading his mind. “That’s what you want?”
He sighed happily in response, but her fingers left him almost as quickly. The dildo slipped free of him. Olivia spun him around again, this time lifting him right off his feet and dropping him on the desk top. He heard her unbuckling the strap on.
“Take off the blindfold.”
He obeyed just in time to have her hand him a condom. Roy tugged it over himself then let her push him flat on the desk. Joining him on the desk, Olivia straddled him. Sinking down on his cock, she allowed herself a low moan. He smiled at her ever so briefly. Olivia had no real idea how beautiful she was and seemed to dislike being told that she was. Hell, she seemed to dislike overt friendliness as much as her brother loved it.
His hands skimmed up her sides to toy with her bouncing breasts. She pushed into his hands, letting him play as her fingers dug into his hips. She rode him hard, slowing and losing rhythm as her climax overtook her, the first of several before he finally joined her. His orgasm rocked him and his head thumped off the desk.
She rested against his chest for several long moments, then looked vaguely embarrassed to have indulged in a moment without her armor around her. Olivia swung off the desk and slapped his belly lightly. “You staying late after the meeting tomorrow, too?”
“Are you going to try to break me again?” He smirked, pulling off the condom. He tied it off then buried it in the trash can.
“There are a few walls in here you’d look good held up against.” Her smirk was better than his.
“I’ll be working late.”
She gave him another light slap then a kiss before wrapping the strap on up in a towel. She dressed and left him to do the same.
XXX
Roy flopped down at the table across from Maes, trying not to wince. Damn that woman. She had left him sore. Maes was going to be pissed. The raised eyebrow told Roy his friend hadn’t missed that something wasn’t quite right. “Sorry I’m late.”
“The madam isn’t pleased. She had something prepared off-menu for us.” Maes lounged back, his purple jacket flopping open to reveal a black shirt with huge purple flowers. God, sometimes Roy was embarrassed to be seen with the man. He’d need to talk to Gracia about the futility of trying to tone down her husband’s wardrobe.
Roy glanced at the clock over the fireplace, fussing with his smoky grey jacket. At least one of them wasn’t going to be blinding the Madam’s customers. “I’m not even ten minutes late. It takes her that long to find her cigarettes in that duffle bag she calls a purse.”
“What was that, Roy-boy?”
He looked over his shoulder at his aunt. She carried a drink tray and looked fairly resplendent in a rich plum velvet dress showing way more breast than he had ever wanted to see of the woman who raised him. Granted, he wasn’t sure she owned an article of clothing that didn’t show off most of her. “Evening, Madam. Sorry I was late. What do you have for us?”
She set a rocks glass down in from of him. “A special old-fashioned.”
Roy eyed the rye whiskey. “Why is it cloudy?”
“Peach puree. It’s been very popular,” Chris replied.
He wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that a bit girlie?”
“For how you’ve been living this day?” She patted his shoulder and put a drink in front of Maes. “You wanted something with a little kick. This has desert rose whiskey, citrus juices and a little ginger and hot pepper syrup. I’ll send Vanessa along with something to eat.”
“Do I want to know how she gets a hold of Ishbalan whiskey?” Maes asked, taking a sip. His face went red.
“No. I’d like to know just what she thinks I did all day.” Roy pouted.
Maes snorted, pushing the drink to Roy. “She knows what you did all day and what you probably plan to do tonight. You drink that. I’ll take yours.”
He put a protective hand over his glass. “Hey, the madam made her choices.”
“The hell with that. You’re part Xingese. Hot food is part of your heritage. That’s fire in a glass, Mr. Flame Alchemist. You drink it.”
“That’s Colonel Flame Alchemist.” Roy grinned. “And I’m pulling rank. You drink the whiskey of death.”
Maes sighed and switched the drinks anyhow. “You forget who’s really in charge here.”
Technically, it was the woman who had given them the drinks, but Roy knew what Maes meant. This was the start of their night. He knew Maes expected him to be submissive. It was one of the things Roy especially liked being with Maes, unless of course, his lover wanted something different, which he occasionally did.
Vanessa alleviated him of the need to reply as she brought over a bowl of marinated figs stuffed with cheese and wrapped in thin slices of smoked ham. “The rest will be out soon. And you two switched drinks. The Madam won’t be pleased.”
“Blame Maes,” Roy said, plucking a fig out of the bowl. When his sister headed off, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the sweet fruit. Maes’s pupils dilated at the sight. They made safe small talk as they ate the salty-sugary appetizers.
Vanessa returned with two large sandwiches. “For you, Roy-boy, tamarind-glazed pulled duck with hot peppers. And for the cutie, beef tips with smoked onions and horseradish mayonnaise. Dessert will be banana fritters with bourbon caramel, just wave someone down when you’re ready.”
“What’s with the fancy food? Did the madam hire a new cook?” Roy asked.
She ruffled his hair. “It’s not often her favorite boy visits so he gets treated like a king.”
“Good luck for me.” Maes laughed, taking a healthy bite of his sandwich. “This is amazing.”
Roy sampled his and couldn’t argue. By the time they polished off dessert, Roy was glad the night was nice enough to walk. They’d need to burn off the rich food. He never really stayed in Visiting Officer’s Quarters when he was in Central. He’d take some stuff there for appearances’ sake, but he always nestled down in one of the Madam’s bolt houses. This time it was a secluded cottage not too far from her bar.
“You’re going slow tonight,” Maes said, his word just a little too sharp to be casual.
“It was a long meeting and I’m stuffed to my eyeballs.”
“Must have been a rough meeting,” Maes replied as Roy fumbled with the front door lock.
“It usually is.”
Once inside, locked away and content the windows were heavily curtained, Roy pulled Maes to him, kissing him hard. Maes tugged on Roy’s jacket and the smaller man slithered out of it.
“Bedroom,” Maes said and Roy caught his lover’s wrist, hauling him along.
Maes stripped Roy’s shirt down, using it to bind Roy’s arms to his sides. Maes licked along the swoop of Roy’s collarbone. “Mmmm, you smell fresh for someone who spent all day in a meeting.” He tweaked Roy’s nipple.
“I showered when I changed.”
“Alone?” Maes kissed the bruise Olivia’s bite mark had left on his shoulder.
“The General didn’t even let me out of my temporary office.” Roy laughed.
“You two are nasty.” Maes let him go and Roy tossed his shirt aside. Maes reached into his jacket. “Did you even save up anything for me?”
“Always. Besides, now I’m high on sugar and killer drinks.” Roy kicked off his shoes.
Maes took a black leather collar out of his jacket pocket and Roy shuddered at the sight of it. His mouth went dry as Maes patted the edge of the bed. Roy sank onto it and Maes climbed onto the bed behind him. His long fingers locked the soft leather over Roy’s neck, then he kissed that love bite again. Roy arched back against him, blood speeding to his cock. He only shared this game with his most loved intimates and it delighted him every time to be at Maes or Riza’s mercies.
Maes’s hand skinned down over Roy’s torso, then closed over the tented material of the alchemist’s trousers. “She didn’t even make a dent in your energies, did she?”
“Told you.” Roy twisted so he could kiss Maes. Shifting his weight around, Roy managed to get the violently-hued jacket off of his lover. Maes tapped Roy’s nose.
“Sit very still for me. I want a good look at you.”
Roy complied, but it was hard to just sit and watch Maes completely strip down without letting him help. Maes’s long cock jutted forward and Roy wanted to get his mouth around it, but he would do as Maes said.
Maes beckoned him back off the mattress. “Get the rest of your clothes off,” he said, his voice rough.
Roy didn’t need to be told twice. Maes’s hand soothed the skin over his hip once he had it exposed.
“You’re bruised,” he said and Roy scowled. He should have known Maes would notice and now, the bruises had time to ripen, like purple fingers stretching out over his skin.
“A little.”
Maes tipped Roy’s chin up, honest concern in his eyes. “Are you okay, seriously?”
Roy ran a hand along Maes’s arm. “I’m fine. Olivia just doesn’t know her own strength.”
Maes wagged his head, as he rubbed Roy’s back. Their mouths met again in a deep, wet kiss. Roy stroked their cocks together until Maes pushed him down on the bed. He bore Roy back against the mattress. Maes kissed the skin just above the collar.
“I think you need a little kindness tonight,” Maes whispered.
“As opposed to…” Roy grinned. “Just what did you have planned?”
“Shh, you don’t talk now.” Maes pressed a finger to Roy’s lips then sat up next to him. He pulled Roy’s head into his lap. Maes toyed with the collar, running his fingers along it as Roy took Maes’s shaft into his mouth. The salty-bitter taste woke up Roy’s senses.
He took Maes deep with long, slow movements as Maes’s fingers left the collar, finding their way down his spine. Maes’s intimate touch was gentle, as if testing if Roy had lied about being okay. Truthfully, he was a little sore but nothing so bad as to make him stop.
Maes eased Roy back then rolled him onto his side. Maes stretched out next to him, head to tail, taking Roy’s cock into his mouth. Roy moaned lowly, then helped himself to Maes’s shaft again, sucking and licking in time with the sensations enveloping his own body.
As the urges to let go built too quickly, Roy let Maes slide free. “I won’t be able to hold on if you keep doing that.”
Maes let him go with a superior grin. “That will never do.” He pointed to the headboard. “Lie on your back and hold on.”
Roy shifted on the bedding, worming toward the pillows. He wrapped his fingers around one bedpost and draped the other hand over the headboard’s edge. He would do whatever Maes said when he was like him with this. The same could be said of Riza, Gracia and Olivia. He’ll be whatever they need him to be.
Maes opened the night stand and took out the lubricant he knew Roy would have stocked there. He knelt between Roy’s legs, leaning in for a kiss before his lips trailed to Roy’s ear. “Are you sure that you want to do it this way?”
Roy fingered his collar. “I’m yours to do with whatever you want.”
“As if I’d take advantage.” Maes scowled.
Roy took the lubricant from him, pouring it into his hand. He started to slick up Maes’s hot rampant flesh. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”
“Look at you not holding on. You never can quite take orders correctly.” Maes laughed, plucking his glasses off. He set them on the night stand.
“Sometimes disobedience just gets you harder.” Roy smirked, tapping a finger against the wet, swollen head of Maes’s cock.
“So it does. Now be a good boy.” Maes gave the collar a gentle tug. His actions, like the collar itself, were for show. “And put your hands back on the headboard or do I have to tie you up?”
“We can save that.” Roy wiped the excess lubricant onto his own cock before taking hold of the headboard again.
Maes slicked up his fingers, easing one then another into Roy as he sucked one of Roy’s jewels into his mouth. He was gentler and more thorough in preparing Roy. Stretching out over Roy, Maes kissed him just as his hips flexed. Roy groaned against his lover’s lips as Maes’s thick shaft drove into him. As much fun as he had riding Olivia’s strap-on, nothing beat the feel of the real thing buried deep in his ass.
“God Maes, fuck me hard,” he begged. “It’s been too long.”
Maes didn’t argue. His hips crashed into Roy’s, his balls slapping into the alchemist with each strong thrust. “You can let go now, Roy.”
Roy didn’t know if he meant the headboard or his control, so he abandoned both. Roy wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders, planting his feet firm on the bed. Using them to balance he thrust down meeting Maes’s hard strokes. Maes’s cock tormented that bundle of nerves deep inside of Roy. The friction of Maes’s belly over his cock got to be too much to bear.
Digging his feet in, Roy arched, coming hard as Maes’s cock dove deep again. Semen smeared between their bellies and Roy’s cry echoed in the room. He reached down, his fingers gripping Maes’s ass. Sharp cries tore free of Roy’s throat with every one of Maes’s thrusts. Finally, Maes came, filling Roy.
Staying inside his lover, Maes snuggled against Roy. “I love you, you know.”
Roy did know. It helped to keep him sane. “Love you, too.”
Maes kissed him. “There are a few more things I had planned for the night if you’re up to them.”
Roy smiled, running his fingers through Maes’s hair. “I can barely wait.”
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- I don’t own them, Arakawa does
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Olivia/Roy, Maes/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers -- set sometime after the war but before the main action of the series, no spoilers
Word Count -- 3747
Warning -- implied polyamorous sex, pegging, submission
Summary -- He loves surrendering himself to them.
Author’s Note -- written for
springkink for the prompt “Fullmetal Alchemist – Olivier/Roy, Maes/Roy – Submissive – He’ll be whatever they need him to be.” Found out it was for my usual beta so there are a few other pairings I know she likes in here, too. Thanks to bay115 for the beta.XXX
“I’ve got a meeting,” Roy said into the phone, hoping to stem the torrent of words bubbling out of Hughes.
“But you’re in Central.” Hughes’s disappointment echoed in Roy’s ear.
“For meetings. Well, it’s supposed to be for the generals, but Grumman is goldbricking. Trust me, I’d rather be out with you and the family than staring at Gran, Haruko and Raven.”
“She’ll be there, won’t she?”
“She won’t be happy about it.” Roy thought about the she in question. His cock twitched at the idea of climbing the Wall of Briggs. Of course, just to put him in his place, she wouldn’t allow him to watch her in the meeting. If he did, he’d be guaranteed to go home alone and unhappy.
Hughes sighed. “Meet me at the Veiled Moon later tonight.”
“I’ll call if I get tied up,” Roy promised.
Hughes snorted, knowing that could literally happen. “Don’t fall asleep in the meeting.”
“I’ll try.”
Roy hung up and headed for the conference room. Riza hadn’t been particularly happy with having to remain out east and Roy felt naked without her. He didn’t have much time to feel her loss. The meeting was every bit as boring as Roy feared He wanted to sleep or stare at Olivia, but the only part of her not covered up by the unflattering uniform was her face. If he stared at her face too long, she might stab him. He knew better than to annoy her.
Why couldn’t she have her brother’s personality? A moment’s deeper thought on that made Roy shudder. He definitely wouldn’t like that type. He already had one goofy loud lover. He was so lost in his thoughts of a cheery, huggy, scary Olivia that he nearly missed his turn to discuss the concerns and progress of Eastern command.
XXX
Roy didn’t quite know what to do with himself. His windowless cubbyhole of a temporary office really had nothing for him to do. It served to house a phone to keep in touch with his people instead of using a semi-public hotel phone. He’d already called back East. Riza seemed to know – or had guessed since she knew him so well – that he’d be going to meet Maes later. Sadly it was too early for that, too early even for dinner.
Technically, he was supposed to triple check the transcription he had been given of the meeting and comment with any corrections. Roy hated paperwork. It was going to be his bogyman if he ever lived to be Fuhrer. He was half asleep on the paperwork when someone came into the cramped room unannounced. Roy wasn’t expecting to see Olivia here. She carried a leather attaché and her expression was indecipherable.
“Did you get bored with the paperwork, too?” He smirked.
She locked the door. “By the second paragraph.”
“Same here.”
Olivia stalked over to him, grabbed him by the lapels and crushed her mouth to his in a fierce kiss. The animal in her awoke every part of him, his cock already stirring by the time she let him go. Olivia stripped off her heavy jacket and he could see her nipples outlined under her blouse.
“Get undressed,” she ordered, knowing he wouldn’t argue. He submitted to her every whim. He couldn’t explain why he liked being so compliant. He was in charge all day, every day, and he relished letting someone else have temporary control. It freed him completely. He had to trust the person to even think of letting them in control of him. He did trust the Armstrongs. They were many things good and bad, but she would not really hurt him, not in this setting at any rate.
He also knew playful stripteases were good for Maes and Riza or even Gracia, but Olivia was even less for foreplay than most men he knew. He untied his boots and pulled them off, tossing them under the desk. Shucking the jacket, Roy started working on his shirt buttons. Olivia watched him, like a cat eyeing a mouse, as she undressed as well. Her disrobing was strictly perfunctory, but the sight of those well-sculpted breasts was enough to peak his interest.
Once he was undressed, he took his half-hard cock in hand, stroking it into full attention. Sauntering over to him, Olivia rubbed a thumb over the spongy head of his shaft. He reached up to pull her down into a kiss. He wasn’t sure Olivia was overly fond of kissing, but she knew enough that it really made his body respond.
Olivia’s mouth claimed his as she stroked his cock. He rolled his fingers over her nipple, making it stand up. When she let him go, Roy took that bud of flesh between his lips, sucking. She played with his balls as his mouth worked against her. Roy slipped one hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for him. He wasn't the only one who had been waiting for the meeting to end. He slipped two fingers into her as his thumb took the slow circuitous route over her clit, keeping the friction up until she was panting against him.
Olivia pushed away. “Damn you, Mustang, always trying to get the advantage.”
“You know you love it.”
“You know I'm going to punish you for it.”
Roy licked his lips. “Tell me what you're going to do to me.”
She snorted, going to fetch her attaché. She put in on the desk, then put her hands on his shoulders. “Get on your knees, alchemist.”
That was an order Roy couldn't wait to obey. He dropped to them, and then pulled her closer. He laved his tongue along moist familiar geography, dipping into her as his nose took over the work his thumb had been doing. Her strong fingers massaged his scalp. He rocked with her as she moved slightly, getting something out of her case. A strip of silk fell over his eyes and she tied the blindfold behind his head.
“Aw,” he muttered against her hot flesh.
“I know how much you like to look, but you've been impertinent. You'll leave that in place,” she instructed, tapping his head.
He murmured his assent before resuming his tongue acrobatics. She was close and he knew it. And just before he achieved his goal, Olivia stepped away.
“Get off your knees, Mustang.”
He obeyed. His cock desperately wanted touched, but he wasn't sure he dared without her permission. He could hear her doing something that sounded like the crisp movement of leather. Olivia spun him around one handed, and the other hand traced up the arc of his cleft, her fingers slick with lubricant. She ringed it around his entrance.
“I'm going to take you against the desk,” she said.
“Aren't I supposed to be telling you that?” In all his office sex fantasies, it was usually him taking Riza on the desk top. Going north and doing the same to Olivia just left him with images of too-cold rooms and dick sizes that matched the temperature.
Olivia laughed, deep and throaty. “You wish.”
She pushed him forward and Roy put his hands out. The cool desk top met his fingers. She didn't give him much time to brace before he felt the head of her strap-on press against him. Her hips flexed against him, spearing him on the what he could only term Armstrong-sized dildo.
Roy moaned, scrabbling against the desk as a wave of fire radiated from his core. “Damn woman.”
She leaned over him, her nipples brushing his shoulder. “You looked ready to me,” she said, her breath curling along his neck.
“You’re just so gentle,” he replied flippantly. She would punish him for that and he wanted it.
Olivia bit his shoulder, grabbing hold of his hips. The woman had strength that he couldn’t believe. She thrust the well-lubed strap on in and out of him, pinning him to the desk until he was groaning, pushing back to meet her. The dildo went in so deep with each stroke, Roy’s knees felt weak. He needed to keep his arms on the desk for balance, but he wanted to stroke his cock. He was getting close.
“Olivia.”
Her fingers closed over his shaft, as if reading his mind. “That’s what you want?”
He sighed happily in response, but her fingers left him almost as quickly. The dildo slipped free of him. Olivia spun him around again, this time lifting him right off his feet and dropping him on the desk top. He heard her unbuckling the strap on.
“Take off the blindfold.”
He obeyed just in time to have her hand him a condom. Roy tugged it over himself then let her push him flat on the desk. Joining him on the desk, Olivia straddled him. Sinking down on his cock, she allowed herself a low moan. He smiled at her ever so briefly. Olivia had no real idea how beautiful she was and seemed to dislike being told that she was. Hell, she seemed to dislike overt friendliness as much as her brother loved it.
His hands skimmed up her sides to toy with her bouncing breasts. She pushed into his hands, letting him play as her fingers dug into his hips. She rode him hard, slowing and losing rhythm as her climax overtook her, the first of several before he finally joined her. His orgasm rocked him and his head thumped off the desk.
She rested against his chest for several long moments, then looked vaguely embarrassed to have indulged in a moment without her armor around her. Olivia swung off the desk and slapped his belly lightly. “You staying late after the meeting tomorrow, too?”
“Are you going to try to break me again?” He smirked, pulling off the condom. He tied it off then buried it in the trash can.
“There are a few walls in here you’d look good held up against.” Her smirk was better than his.
“I’ll be working late.”
She gave him another light slap then a kiss before wrapping the strap on up in a towel. She dressed and left him to do the same.
XXX
Roy flopped down at the table across from Maes, trying not to wince. Damn that woman. She had left him sore. Maes was going to be pissed. The raised eyebrow told Roy his friend hadn’t missed that something wasn’t quite right. “Sorry I’m late.”
“The madam isn’t pleased. She had something prepared off-menu for us.” Maes lounged back, his purple jacket flopping open to reveal a black shirt with huge purple flowers. God, sometimes Roy was embarrassed to be seen with the man. He’d need to talk to Gracia about the futility of trying to tone down her husband’s wardrobe.
Roy glanced at the clock over the fireplace, fussing with his smoky grey jacket. At least one of them wasn’t going to be blinding the Madam’s customers. “I’m not even ten minutes late. It takes her that long to find her cigarettes in that duffle bag she calls a purse.”
“What was that, Roy-boy?”
He looked over his shoulder at his aunt. She carried a drink tray and looked fairly resplendent in a rich plum velvet dress showing way more breast than he had ever wanted to see of the woman who raised him. Granted, he wasn’t sure she owned an article of clothing that didn’t show off most of her. “Evening, Madam. Sorry I was late. What do you have for us?”
She set a rocks glass down in from of him. “A special old-fashioned.”
Roy eyed the rye whiskey. “Why is it cloudy?”
“Peach puree. It’s been very popular,” Chris replied.
He wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that a bit girlie?”
“For how you’ve been living this day?” She patted his shoulder and put a drink in front of Maes. “You wanted something with a little kick. This has desert rose whiskey, citrus juices and a little ginger and hot pepper syrup. I’ll send Vanessa along with something to eat.”
“Do I want to know how she gets a hold of Ishbalan whiskey?” Maes asked, taking a sip. His face went red.
“No. I’d like to know just what she thinks I did all day.” Roy pouted.
Maes snorted, pushing the drink to Roy. “She knows what you did all day and what you probably plan to do tonight. You drink that. I’ll take yours.”
He put a protective hand over his glass. “Hey, the madam made her choices.”
“The hell with that. You’re part Xingese. Hot food is part of your heritage. That’s fire in a glass, Mr. Flame Alchemist. You drink it.”
“That’s Colonel Flame Alchemist.” Roy grinned. “And I’m pulling rank. You drink the whiskey of death.”
Maes sighed and switched the drinks anyhow. “You forget who’s really in charge here.”
Technically, it was the woman who had given them the drinks, but Roy knew what Maes meant. This was the start of their night. He knew Maes expected him to be submissive. It was one of the things Roy especially liked being with Maes, unless of course, his lover wanted something different, which he occasionally did.
Vanessa alleviated him of the need to reply as she brought over a bowl of marinated figs stuffed with cheese and wrapped in thin slices of smoked ham. “The rest will be out soon. And you two switched drinks. The Madam won’t be pleased.”
“Blame Maes,” Roy said, plucking a fig out of the bowl. When his sister headed off, he pressed the tip of his tongue against the sweet fruit. Maes’s pupils dilated at the sight. They made safe small talk as they ate the salty-sugary appetizers.
Vanessa returned with two large sandwiches. “For you, Roy-boy, tamarind-glazed pulled duck with hot peppers. And for the cutie, beef tips with smoked onions and horseradish mayonnaise. Dessert will be banana fritters with bourbon caramel, just wave someone down when you’re ready.”
“What’s with the fancy food? Did the madam hire a new cook?” Roy asked.
She ruffled his hair. “It’s not often her favorite boy visits so he gets treated like a king.”
“Good luck for me.” Maes laughed, taking a healthy bite of his sandwich. “This is amazing.”
Roy sampled his and couldn’t argue. By the time they polished off dessert, Roy was glad the night was nice enough to walk. They’d need to burn off the rich food. He never really stayed in Visiting Officer’s Quarters when he was in Central. He’d take some stuff there for appearances’ sake, but he always nestled down in one of the Madam’s bolt houses. This time it was a secluded cottage not too far from her bar.
“You’re going slow tonight,” Maes said, his word just a little too sharp to be casual.
“It was a long meeting and I’m stuffed to my eyeballs.”
“Must have been a rough meeting,” Maes replied as Roy fumbled with the front door lock.
“It usually is.”
Once inside, locked away and content the windows were heavily curtained, Roy pulled Maes to him, kissing him hard. Maes tugged on Roy’s jacket and the smaller man slithered out of it.
“Bedroom,” Maes said and Roy caught his lover’s wrist, hauling him along.
Maes stripped Roy’s shirt down, using it to bind Roy’s arms to his sides. Maes licked along the swoop of Roy’s collarbone. “Mmmm, you smell fresh for someone who spent all day in a meeting.” He tweaked Roy’s nipple.
“I showered when I changed.”
“Alone?” Maes kissed the bruise Olivia’s bite mark had left on his shoulder.
“The General didn’t even let me out of my temporary office.” Roy laughed.
“You two are nasty.” Maes let him go and Roy tossed his shirt aside. Maes reached into his jacket. “Did you even save up anything for me?”
“Always. Besides, now I’m high on sugar and killer drinks.” Roy kicked off his shoes.
Maes took a black leather collar out of his jacket pocket and Roy shuddered at the sight of it. His mouth went dry as Maes patted the edge of the bed. Roy sank onto it and Maes climbed onto the bed behind him. His long fingers locked the soft leather over Roy’s neck, then he kissed that love bite again. Roy arched back against him, blood speeding to his cock. He only shared this game with his most loved intimates and it delighted him every time to be at Maes or Riza’s mercies.
Maes’s hand skinned down over Roy’s torso, then closed over the tented material of the alchemist’s trousers. “She didn’t even make a dent in your energies, did she?”
“Told you.” Roy twisted so he could kiss Maes. Shifting his weight around, Roy managed to get the violently-hued jacket off of his lover. Maes tapped Roy’s nose.
“Sit very still for me. I want a good look at you.”
Roy complied, but it was hard to just sit and watch Maes completely strip down without letting him help. Maes’s long cock jutted forward and Roy wanted to get his mouth around it, but he would do as Maes said.
Maes beckoned him back off the mattress. “Get the rest of your clothes off,” he said, his voice rough.
Roy didn’t need to be told twice. Maes’s hand soothed the skin over his hip once he had it exposed.
“You’re bruised,” he said and Roy scowled. He should have known Maes would notice and now, the bruises had time to ripen, like purple fingers stretching out over his skin.
“A little.”
Maes tipped Roy’s chin up, honest concern in his eyes. “Are you okay, seriously?”
Roy ran a hand along Maes’s arm. “I’m fine. Olivia just doesn’t know her own strength.”
Maes wagged his head, as he rubbed Roy’s back. Their mouths met again in a deep, wet kiss. Roy stroked their cocks together until Maes pushed him down on the bed. He bore Roy back against the mattress. Maes kissed the skin just above the collar.
“I think you need a little kindness tonight,” Maes whispered.
“As opposed to…” Roy grinned. “Just what did you have planned?”
“Shh, you don’t talk now.” Maes pressed a finger to Roy’s lips then sat up next to him. He pulled Roy’s head into his lap. Maes toyed with the collar, running his fingers along it as Roy took Maes’s shaft into his mouth. The salty-bitter taste woke up Roy’s senses.
He took Maes deep with long, slow movements as Maes’s fingers left the collar, finding their way down his spine. Maes’s intimate touch was gentle, as if testing if Roy had lied about being okay. Truthfully, he was a little sore but nothing so bad as to make him stop.
Maes eased Roy back then rolled him onto his side. Maes stretched out next to him, head to tail, taking Roy’s cock into his mouth. Roy moaned lowly, then helped himself to Maes’s shaft again, sucking and licking in time with the sensations enveloping his own body.
As the urges to let go built too quickly, Roy let Maes slide free. “I won’t be able to hold on if you keep doing that.”
Maes let him go with a superior grin. “That will never do.” He pointed to the headboard. “Lie on your back and hold on.”
Roy shifted on the bedding, worming toward the pillows. He wrapped his fingers around one bedpost and draped the other hand over the headboard’s edge. He would do whatever Maes said when he was like him with this. The same could be said of Riza, Gracia and Olivia. He’ll be whatever they need him to be.
Maes opened the night stand and took out the lubricant he knew Roy would have stocked there. He knelt between Roy’s legs, leaning in for a kiss before his lips trailed to Roy’s ear. “Are you sure that you want to do it this way?”
Roy fingered his collar. “I’m yours to do with whatever you want.”
“As if I’d take advantage.” Maes scowled.
Roy took the lubricant from him, pouring it into his hand. He started to slick up Maes’s hot rampant flesh. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”
“Look at you not holding on. You never can quite take orders correctly.” Maes laughed, plucking his glasses off. He set them on the night stand.
“Sometimes disobedience just gets you harder.” Roy smirked, tapping a finger against the wet, swollen head of Maes’s cock.
“So it does. Now be a good boy.” Maes gave the collar a gentle tug. His actions, like the collar itself, were for show. “And put your hands back on the headboard or do I have to tie you up?”
“We can save that.” Roy wiped the excess lubricant onto his own cock before taking hold of the headboard again.
Maes slicked up his fingers, easing one then another into Roy as he sucked one of Roy’s jewels into his mouth. He was gentler and more thorough in preparing Roy. Stretching out over Roy, Maes kissed him just as his hips flexed. Roy groaned against his lover’s lips as Maes’s thick shaft drove into him. As much fun as he had riding Olivia’s strap-on, nothing beat the feel of the real thing buried deep in his ass.
“God Maes, fuck me hard,” he begged. “It’s been too long.”
Maes didn’t argue. His hips crashed into Roy’s, his balls slapping into the alchemist with each strong thrust. “You can let go now, Roy.”
Roy didn’t know if he meant the headboard or his control, so he abandoned both. Roy wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders, planting his feet firm on the bed. Using them to balance he thrust down meeting Maes’s hard strokes. Maes’s cock tormented that bundle of nerves deep inside of Roy. The friction of Maes’s belly over his cock got to be too much to bear.
Digging his feet in, Roy arched, coming hard as Maes’s cock dove deep again. Semen smeared between their bellies and Roy’s cry echoed in the room. He reached down, his fingers gripping Maes’s ass. Sharp cries tore free of Roy’s throat with every one of Maes’s thrusts. Finally, Maes came, filling Roy.
Staying inside his lover, Maes snuggled against Roy. “I love you, you know.”
Roy did know. It helped to keep him sane. “Love you, too.”
Maes kissed him. “There are a few more things I had planned for the night if you’re up to them.”
Roy smiled, running his fingers through Maes’s hair. “I can barely wait.”
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