Fic Hurts and Mischance
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cornerofmadnessHurts and Mischance
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cornerofmadness
Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - All rights belong to Ms Arakawa
Pairing - Roy/Maes, implied one-sided Kimbley/Roy
Rating - NC-17
Timeline/spoilers - Manga setting, spoilers for the Ishbal arc so anything past ch 50
Summary - Roy can not lose him. He won't survive it.
Word Count - 3,068
Author's Note - written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt- FMA (Roy/Maes) - Ishbal hurt/comfort - the things we do in war. Sorry this is so late. There ended up being more plot than porn. thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. This fit into my Skewed Perspectives series While this is a series, all the stories are stand alones. Story number one in the series is Bitter Fog
story #2 is No Good Reason
story #3 is The Right Temptation
story #4 is Like a Knife
story #5 is Death of Innocence
The world is full enough of hurts and mischance without wars to multiply them. - J R R Tolkein
* * *
Roy’s nose twitched against the smell of antiseptic. Dawn had barely broken, but he couldn’t wait any longer to see if Maes was all right. The doctors hadn’t let Roy ‘bother their patients’ last night. It had been a long hard night. At least he had Riza to talk to, helping him past his worry. How had the two people who meant the most to him ended up in this hell, too? And last night had definitely disintegrated into hell by the end.
Trying to ignore the unpleasant smells of the mobile infirmary, Roy did manage to summon up a smile for the nurses. He had learned his mother’s lessons well. Pleasantness opened more doors than nastiness.
“Major?” A redheaded nurse glanced his way. “May I help you?”
“I wanted to check on Captain Hughes’s condition.”
“Over here, Roy.” Maes raised a hand and waved from his cot on the far side of the ward. Roy tried not to show how relieved he was that Maes was okay. All he had known was Maes had been brought in with a head injury. He’d spent the night with Riza, turning over the possibilities in his mind. What if Maes was brain damaged? Blinded? Dead? God, he would have been the one to write Gracia and tell her. Damn, he told Hughes to stop gushing over those letters from home. Didn’t he ever watch movies? Movie, huh, Roy would never see another war flick. They never even came close to this horror.
“May I talk to the Capitan, nurse…?”
“Garaman.” She smiled at him. “Go on, Major, but not for long.”
“Thank you, Nurse Garaman.”
Roy made his way over to Hughes’s cot. He tried to casually drape an arm over the crossbar where Hughes’s medical chart hung and Roy aimed for a look of confidence. He knew was failing.” You look better than anticipated.”
“Just a graze.” Maes gestured to the bandage around his head. “Nothing too bad.”
“He has a mild concussion,” Nurse Garaman offered.
“He’s so goofy, how can you tell?” Roy flashed a smile at the nurse who grinned back before moving off to tend to more severely wounded soldiers. Roy turned back to his glaring friend.
“A little respect for the wounded soldier wouldn’t be out of line, Mustang.” Maes pouted.
Roy snorted. “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
Concussed or not, Maes had the clarity of thought to give Roy an obscene gesture. Roy found a rolling stool and pushed it over to Maes’s bedside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Roy asked lowly, trying not to disturb the wounded soldiers on either side of Maes.
“I should be asking you that. You look worse than I do.”
Roy tapped the puffy skin under one eye. “These bags are thanks to you. I was up all night wondering how I was going to tell Gracia that you never listened to me about those letters and got shot in the head.”
Maes waved him off. “I know I know, don’t let them see you be happy.”
“It doesn’t pay to tempt the universe. It will screw you,” Roy replied gravely.
“You alchemists,” Maes snorted. “You talk about nothing but science, but when it comes down to it, you’re just as superstitious as the rest of us.”
Now that he knew Maes was all right, it was easy for Roy to curl his lip at the man. “I was worrying all night.”
“And kept the eye of the hawk worrying about you.”
Roy shrugged. “There was an attack in the middle of the night…I handled it a little too well.” His head slumped. “It was horrible.”
“We all do terrible things in war, Roy.” Maes put a hand on Roy’s. “I wasn’t exactly being a good guy when this happened.” He gestured to his head.
“Yeah.” Roy let out a pent up breath. “I hate this Maes. I was scared to death. I’m not ready to lose my friends.” He scowled. “I don’t have too many. People…they’re afraid of me.”
“You can do some scary things.” Maes said that very quietly.
Roy shuddered. “Don’t remind me.” For a moment, Kimbley and some of his insinuations flitted across his conscience and it left him cold.
“Flame, have you gone to medical school and I didn’t know about it?”
Startled, Roy glanced over his shoulder and saw Knox staring down at him. He shot the doctor a sheepish look. “Guess you want your stool.”
“You guessed right.” Knox jerked a thumb over his shoulder. The man looked old and tired, haunted. Roy knew that feeling too well. “Don’t pester my patients.”
“I just wanted to know how Hughes was doing,” Roy protested.
“He’s fine.” Knox turned to Hughes. “If you can keep down breakfast and lunch, I’ll let you go back to your tent. It’ll be quieter and more restful there, but you’re off duty for at least a week.” The doctor glanced back at Roy, his eyes slotting. “Wish I could take youoff duty. You make too much work for me.”
Roy felt his color drain. He didn’t know what Knox meant by that. He guessed that the doctor had to patch up the enemy before they were carted off to prison camps. “I wish you could, too.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Mustang. Wouldn’t want to hold the good doc up,” Hughes said.
Roy nodded. “I’ll be by your tent to make sure you’re resting.”
“I doubt he’ll get any rest if you’re there,” Knox said and both Roy and Hughes flinched. How could the doctor know? “You’re a brat, Mustang. Everyone knows it. You talk too much. You’ll keep him awake.”
Roy let out a little sigh of relief. Knox didn’t know anything. “You have the wrong one.” He managed a nonchalant wave toward the bed. “Hughes is the talker.”
Hughes snorted. “Dr. Knox is perfectly correct.”
“Fine. You can lie on your cot and stare at the canvas overhead, luxuriating in your silence.” Roy smirked, turning on his heel. Both men knew Roy would be there and if Hughes felt up to being held, he’d get it.
Roy headed outside, grateful to be out of the smells of the hospital tent. Stretching hard, Roy found himself smiling as he left the hospital. The sun was already beating down as Roy headed to the mess hall. He didn’t even pretend to look at the reconstituted slop the soldiers on KP slapped onto his metal tray.
When he got to his table, which emptied as soon as they spotted his silver watch chain, Roy played the ‘what the hell is this anyhow’ game. He thought maybe he had oatmeal or perhaps it was paste. Scrambled egg-like things dominated the tray and could that be a real sausage or maybe desert rat ground up by an ambitious military cook and passed off as something edible? The only thing Roy recognized for sure was the coffee. The way it ate through his lips was unmistakable.
“Eating alone?”
At the sound of Kimbley’s voice and the clatter of his tray hitting the table, Roy’s head snapped up. He scowled, wishing the man wouldn’t sit down but there wasn’t much he could do about it without making a public scene. “It didn’t start out that way.”
Kimbley sat down and draped a napkin over his lap with a daintiness that belied the man’s usual violence. “I heard your friend got hurt last night.”
“Hmm?” Roy tried to feign ignorance. He lifted a forkful of slop to his nose and sniffed at it. Olfactory input did nothing to identify the food.
“Hughes, heard he got shot.” Kimbley frowned. “What are you? A dog?”
“I’m trying to figure out what the hell it is.” Roy refused to answer Kimbley’s question about Maes.
“Wasted effort. I’d rather not know.” Kimbley shrugged.
Roy sighed. “If they keep feeding us this, they’ll have to issue me another uniform because this one will just fall off.” The minute the words left his mouth Roy knew that was a stupid thing to say.
Kimbley’s eyes lit up. “From what I hear, there are those who’d like that.”
Roy glowered. Kimbley might just be one of those people. “Too bad some of them will never see it.”
Kimbley smirked before casually sipping some coffee, as if he didn’t know the underlying meaning. “You don’t want to come to my tent and talk a little more about the red lion? I could still arrange for you to have a stone of your own.”
Roy shook his head. He didn’t want another episode of Kimbley coming on to him and he wasn’t sure he wanted the Philosopher’s Stone. Kimbley was far too evasive as to who was supplying them, and Roy didn’t want indebted to Red Lotus and the people he worked for. “Surely you heard about last night. The last thing I need is anything amplifying my powers.”
Kimbley shrugged. “Your loss.”
“Much like this meal.” Roy got up and left without another word. When he got to the trash bins and the carrier to put his tray on for later cleaning, Roy upended the slop behind the bins so the camp hounds could feast. They were far less picky than him. Stifling a yawn, Roy headed back to his tent. He had been up all night burning people to death so he decided to try and get some sleep. Maybe in his dreams he would be worthy of the love he got from his friends.
* * *
“What do you mean you think we’ve lost him?” Envy growled, stalking behind Kimbley on his patrol. The creature wore the face and uniform of a soldier. It seemed distinctly unhappy to be out in the blistering sun.
Kimbley glanced back over his shoulder in disgust. The downside of having his Philosopher’s Stone was all the cretins and strangeness he had to deal with. Envy wasn’t a cretin, but he was strange in all too many ways. “I told you when we started trying to tempt Mustang to our side that I didn’t think it would work. He’s a moral idiot.”
“But usually you can make them fall. Everyone has a price, something they envy and must have.” Envy grinned at its little joke.
Kimbley huffed, lifting his canteen to his lips. He let the stale water refresh him before answering. “You don’t understand, Envy. These stones make us more powerful.”
The homunculus swore, kicking at something. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes, but Mustang is busy moping about what he did last night. He doesn’t see the glory of battle. He feels bad.” Kimbley chuckled. “He’s a coward, afraid of his abilities. He wishes he never learned his alchemy. Mustang is afraid of himself.”
““That’s pathetic.” Envy spat. “Humans are just pathetic.”
Kimbley glanced over his shoulder. “Even me?”
“Did you deliver Mustang and turn him to our side?” Envy’s smirk flashed some of its pointed teeth, making Kimbley shudder. “I think not, so yes, you’re pathetic, too.”
“At least I’m really human.”
“Highly over-rated.” Envy changed so it looked like Mustang was walking with Kimbley. “You aren’t allowed to give up yet, Kimbley. You might still succeed. That alchemist has more fractures in his psyche than we can count. We might have a happy ending after all.”
Kimbley grinned. “I like the sound of that. Now, let’s find something to kill.”
*
All Maes wanted to do when he got back to his tent was sleep. Roy didn’t blame him. Two nights later, Roy did sneak into the tent, carrying some coffee in a carafe just in case anyone spotted him. Hughes’s caffeine habit was legendary. He figured it was good enough cover and Hughes’s tent mate had pulled the night watch.
Cover or not, Hughes took the coffee with a huge grin. “You know what I like, Roy.”
“You aren’t telling me anything I don’t already know.” Roy turned out the light, then rattled the door as if he went back outside.
“You have something naughty in mind.” Humor tinted Hughes’s voice.
“Don’t I always?” Roy laughed, sinking to his knees along the side of Hughes’s cot. He undid the man’s zipper. Roy pulled out Hughes’s still-soft cock, taking it into his mouth.
“I’m not going to get time to have my coffee?”
Roy dropped Maes’s shaft, resting his head on the man’s thigh, laughing. “Are you still concussed, man?”
“You’re forcing me to make a hard choice.”
Roy sucked on the tip of Maes’s cock, his tongue fucking the slit.
“Yeah, my coffee can’t do that. I’ll have it cold.”
Roy pressed his lips against the head of Maes’s penis, snickering. The shaft started to fill and lengthen in his hand. He slid it into his mouth again, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Following the vein, Roy took all of Maes in, down to the root in a well-practiced move. As Maes’s strong fingers massaged Roy’s scalp, the alchemist felt his own cock thickening, pressing against the coarse material of his uniform trousers.
Maes gently pushed him back. “You’ll make me come too fast.”
“That’s the idea. This is about you, for you living, for not getting your brains blew out.”
Maes tipped Roy’s chin up. “Then I know what I want.” He kissed Roy’s lips. “I want to fuck you until you forget about this place and the things we have to do.”
Roy looked away then mustered up a smile for his lover. “I see no problem with that plan.”
“I do. You’re still clothed.” Maes tweaked Roy’s nipple through his shirt.
“That’s easily remedied.”
Roy got off his knees, stripping quickly while Maes leaned over and got some hand lotion out of the box that served as a dresser. Completely naked, Roy tugged Maes’s shirt up and off him. Luckily, the man had already been lying down, bootless, when Roy came in so that was one less thing to contend with. Maes nodded to the canvas floor and Roy sat back down on it.
Maes joined him, kissing him. Roy noticed a slight unsteadiness to Maes’s movements, not that the man would admit to it. He pushed Maes back against the canvas. “You’re still not completely healed,” Roy said, pressing a finger to Maes’s lips when he went to protest. “Let me be on top.”
“That does have its appeal,” Maes murmured.
Roy used the lotion to slick up Maes’s cock, his hand motions languid and teasing. Maes toyed with Roy’s jewels, making Roy’s hands unsteady and slow further.
“Sure this is how you want it?” Maes whispered as Roy swung over him.
“Tell me you don’t want to see me moving over you.” Roy’s mouth felt dry at the thought of the show he could really put on for Maes. Of course, in the dark tent he was limited but, some day, they’d have the time.
Maes ran a hand along Roy’s thigh, “Yes, I really do.”
Roy cupped his own balls, tugging them and his cock tighter to his body so Maes could watch. Maes guided himself against Roy’s open and Roy slowly took him in. Every millimeter he slid down on Maes’s hard shaft sent tingles of electricity through his body. He let go of his cock and started riding Maes’s.
At first, he took Maes with subtle grinds of his hips while Maes stroked him hard with one oiled hand. Sinking as deeply as he could, Roy rose again until he nearly lost contact with Maes then back down until they were both trying to stifle moans of pleasure.
“Faster, Roy. God, you’re such a tease,” Maes panted.
Roy complied joyously, his hips crashing with Maes’s. He was so full of his lover that there was no room for anything else in Roy’s mind. This truly was the best way to let go of the anguish howling in his head. Maes caught Roy’s wrists, pulling him down against his torso. He thrust up hard into Roy, his body shuddering with Maes’s release.
Once Maes caught his breath, he urged Roy forward, wrapping his hands around Roy’s hips. Roy knelt with one leg to either side of Maes’s head, letting the man suck on his cock. Roy’s eyes closed as Maes’s hot mouth closed over his hard flesh. Maes pinched Roy’s ass, a signal to fuck his mouth more vigorously. It only took a few pumps before Roy spilled.
He swung off Maes then laid down beside him, his senses still swimming. “You okay, Maes?’
“Tired in the best possible way,” Maes said. “You okay?”
“I forgot for awhile. Couldn’t ask for more.” Roy rested on the ground with Maes for a while before finally making the man get back into his cot. Maes only pulled on his boxers and undershirt, crawling into bed. Roy picked up the man’s uniform and folded it up after he himself had dressed. “I should go.”
“Where did that coffee you brought me go?” Maes asked.
Snorting, Roy found it and let Maes pour himself a cup. Maybe the aroma would deaden some of the other smells in the tent before Maes’s tent mate got off duty. “Night, Maes.”
Roy headed outside and nearly ran over Kimbley. The two alchemists stared at each other in the moonlight. Roy knew Kimbley had to have been spying on him, but what could he say about it? “Out late, Kimbley?”
“No later than you.” Kimbley tossed his head, his ponytail slashing over his shoulders. “Better get rest, Flame. Gran was talking about a big push tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Roy turned away from the man. He should tell Maes about this but they both knew Kimbley had long ago guessed at Roy’s lovers. Now he had his confirmation. Deciding to let Maes rest easy, Roy would tell him in the morning. Kimbley was unlikely to use the information any time soon. He would wait until he needed or wanted something. Roy could only wonder and worry about that. Suddenly he wasn’t sleepy any more and all the bad things driven off by the loving rushed back. He was in a war. He was in hell but he had his lifelines. Roy would not die here so long as he had the people who meant most to him. If Kimbley threatened that, Roy knew how to make a death look like an accident. His flames could get as uncontrollable as his passions.
Author -
cornerofmadnessFandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - All rights belong to Ms Arakawa
Pairing - Roy/Maes, implied one-sided Kimbley/Roy
Rating - NC-17
Timeline/spoilers - Manga setting, spoilers for the Ishbal arc so anything past ch 50
Summary - Roy can not lose him. He won't survive it.
Word Count - 3,068
Author's Note - written for
springkink for the prompt- FMA (Roy/Maes) - Ishbal hurt/comfort - the things we do in war. Sorry this is so late. There ended up being more plot than porn. thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. This fit into my Skewed Perspectives series While this is a series, all the stories are stand alones. Story number one in the series is Bitter Fog story #2 is No Good Reason
story #3 is The Right Temptation
story #4 is Like a Knife
story #5 is Death of Innocence
The world is full enough of hurts and mischance without wars to multiply them. - J R R Tolkein
* * *
Roy’s nose twitched against the smell of antiseptic. Dawn had barely broken, but he couldn’t wait any longer to see if Maes was all right. The doctors hadn’t let Roy ‘bother their patients’ last night. It had been a long hard night. At least he had Riza to talk to, helping him past his worry. How had the two people who meant the most to him ended up in this hell, too? And last night had definitely disintegrated into hell by the end.
Trying to ignore the unpleasant smells of the mobile infirmary, Roy did manage to summon up a smile for the nurses. He had learned his mother’s lessons well. Pleasantness opened more doors than nastiness.
“Major?” A redheaded nurse glanced his way. “May I help you?”
“I wanted to check on Captain Hughes’s condition.”
“Over here, Roy.” Maes raised a hand and waved from his cot on the far side of the ward. Roy tried not to show how relieved he was that Maes was okay. All he had known was Maes had been brought in with a head injury. He’d spent the night with Riza, turning over the possibilities in his mind. What if Maes was brain damaged? Blinded? Dead? God, he would have been the one to write Gracia and tell her. Damn, he told Hughes to stop gushing over those letters from home. Didn’t he ever watch movies? Movie, huh, Roy would never see another war flick. They never even came close to this horror.
“May I talk to the Capitan, nurse…?”
“Garaman.” She smiled at him. “Go on, Major, but not for long.”
“Thank you, Nurse Garaman.”
Roy made his way over to Hughes’s cot. He tried to casually drape an arm over the crossbar where Hughes’s medical chart hung and Roy aimed for a look of confidence. He knew was failing.” You look better than anticipated.”
“Just a graze.” Maes gestured to the bandage around his head. “Nothing too bad.”
“He has a mild concussion,” Nurse Garaman offered.
“He’s so goofy, how can you tell?” Roy flashed a smile at the nurse who grinned back before moving off to tend to more severely wounded soldiers. Roy turned back to his glaring friend.
“A little respect for the wounded soldier wouldn’t be out of line, Mustang.” Maes pouted.
Roy snorted. “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
Concussed or not, Maes had the clarity of thought to give Roy an obscene gesture. Roy found a rolling stool and pushed it over to Maes’s bedside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Roy asked lowly, trying not to disturb the wounded soldiers on either side of Maes.
“I should be asking you that. You look worse than I do.”
Roy tapped the puffy skin under one eye. “These bags are thanks to you. I was up all night wondering how I was going to tell Gracia that you never listened to me about those letters and got shot in the head.”
Maes waved him off. “I know I know, don’t let them see you be happy.”
“It doesn’t pay to tempt the universe. It will screw you,” Roy replied gravely.
“You alchemists,” Maes snorted. “You talk about nothing but science, but when it comes down to it, you’re just as superstitious as the rest of us.”
Now that he knew Maes was all right, it was easy for Roy to curl his lip at the man. “I was worrying all night.”
“And kept the eye of the hawk worrying about you.”
Roy shrugged. “There was an attack in the middle of the night…I handled it a little too well.” His head slumped. “It was horrible.”
“We all do terrible things in war, Roy.” Maes put a hand on Roy’s. “I wasn’t exactly being a good guy when this happened.” He gestured to his head.
“Yeah.” Roy let out a pent up breath. “I hate this Maes. I was scared to death. I’m not ready to lose my friends.” He scowled. “I don’t have too many. People…they’re afraid of me.”
“You can do some scary things.” Maes said that very quietly.
Roy shuddered. “Don’t remind me.” For a moment, Kimbley and some of his insinuations flitted across his conscience and it left him cold.
“Flame, have you gone to medical school and I didn’t know about it?”
Startled, Roy glanced over his shoulder and saw Knox staring down at him. He shot the doctor a sheepish look. “Guess you want your stool.”
“You guessed right.” Knox jerked a thumb over his shoulder. The man looked old and tired, haunted. Roy knew that feeling too well. “Don’t pester my patients.”
“I just wanted to know how Hughes was doing,” Roy protested.
“He’s fine.” Knox turned to Hughes. “If you can keep down breakfast and lunch, I’ll let you go back to your tent. It’ll be quieter and more restful there, but you’re off duty for at least a week.” The doctor glanced back at Roy, his eyes slotting. “Wish I could take youoff duty. You make too much work for me.”
Roy felt his color drain. He didn’t know what Knox meant by that. He guessed that the doctor had to patch up the enemy before they were carted off to prison camps. “I wish you could, too.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Mustang. Wouldn’t want to hold the good doc up,” Hughes said.
Roy nodded. “I’ll be by your tent to make sure you’re resting.”
“I doubt he’ll get any rest if you’re there,” Knox said and both Roy and Hughes flinched. How could the doctor know? “You’re a brat, Mustang. Everyone knows it. You talk too much. You’ll keep him awake.”
Roy let out a little sigh of relief. Knox didn’t know anything. “You have the wrong one.” He managed a nonchalant wave toward the bed. “Hughes is the talker.”
Hughes snorted. “Dr. Knox is perfectly correct.”
“Fine. You can lie on your cot and stare at the canvas overhead, luxuriating in your silence.” Roy smirked, turning on his heel. Both men knew Roy would be there and if Hughes felt up to being held, he’d get it.
Roy headed outside, grateful to be out of the smells of the hospital tent. Stretching hard, Roy found himself smiling as he left the hospital. The sun was already beating down as Roy headed to the mess hall. He didn’t even pretend to look at the reconstituted slop the soldiers on KP slapped onto his metal tray.
When he got to his table, which emptied as soon as they spotted his silver watch chain, Roy played the ‘what the hell is this anyhow’ game. He thought maybe he had oatmeal or perhaps it was paste. Scrambled egg-like things dominated the tray and could that be a real sausage or maybe desert rat ground up by an ambitious military cook and passed off as something edible? The only thing Roy recognized for sure was the coffee. The way it ate through his lips was unmistakable.
“Eating alone?”
At the sound of Kimbley’s voice and the clatter of his tray hitting the table, Roy’s head snapped up. He scowled, wishing the man wouldn’t sit down but there wasn’t much he could do about it without making a public scene. “It didn’t start out that way.”
Kimbley sat down and draped a napkin over his lap with a daintiness that belied the man’s usual violence. “I heard your friend got hurt last night.”
“Hmm?” Roy tried to feign ignorance. He lifted a forkful of slop to his nose and sniffed at it. Olfactory input did nothing to identify the food.
“Hughes, heard he got shot.” Kimbley frowned. “What are you? A dog?”
“I’m trying to figure out what the hell it is.” Roy refused to answer Kimbley’s question about Maes.
“Wasted effort. I’d rather not know.” Kimbley shrugged.
Roy sighed. “If they keep feeding us this, they’ll have to issue me another uniform because this one will just fall off.” The minute the words left his mouth Roy knew that was a stupid thing to say.
Kimbley’s eyes lit up. “From what I hear, there are those who’d like that.”
Roy glowered. Kimbley might just be one of those people. “Too bad some of them will never see it.”
Kimbley smirked before casually sipping some coffee, as if he didn’t know the underlying meaning. “You don’t want to come to my tent and talk a little more about the red lion? I could still arrange for you to have a stone of your own.”
Roy shook his head. He didn’t want another episode of Kimbley coming on to him and he wasn’t sure he wanted the Philosopher’s Stone. Kimbley was far too evasive as to who was supplying them, and Roy didn’t want indebted to Red Lotus and the people he worked for. “Surely you heard about last night. The last thing I need is anything amplifying my powers.”
Kimbley shrugged. “Your loss.”
“Much like this meal.” Roy got up and left without another word. When he got to the trash bins and the carrier to put his tray on for later cleaning, Roy upended the slop behind the bins so the camp hounds could feast. They were far less picky than him. Stifling a yawn, Roy headed back to his tent. He had been up all night burning people to death so he decided to try and get some sleep. Maybe in his dreams he would be worthy of the love he got from his friends.
* * *
“What do you mean you think we’ve lost him?” Envy growled, stalking behind Kimbley on his patrol. The creature wore the face and uniform of a soldier. It seemed distinctly unhappy to be out in the blistering sun.
Kimbley glanced back over his shoulder in disgust. The downside of having his Philosopher’s Stone was all the cretins and strangeness he had to deal with. Envy wasn’t a cretin, but he was strange in all too many ways. “I told you when we started trying to tempt Mustang to our side that I didn’t think it would work. He’s a moral idiot.”
“But usually you can make them fall. Everyone has a price, something they envy and must have.” Envy grinned at its little joke.
Kimbley huffed, lifting his canteen to his lips. He let the stale water refresh him before answering. “You don’t understand, Envy. These stones make us more powerful.”
The homunculus swore, kicking at something. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes, but Mustang is busy moping about what he did last night. He doesn’t see the glory of battle. He feels bad.” Kimbley chuckled. “He’s a coward, afraid of his abilities. He wishes he never learned his alchemy. Mustang is afraid of himself.”
““That’s pathetic.” Envy spat. “Humans are just pathetic.”
Kimbley glanced over his shoulder. “Even me?”
“Did you deliver Mustang and turn him to our side?” Envy’s smirk flashed some of its pointed teeth, making Kimbley shudder. “I think not, so yes, you’re pathetic, too.”
“At least I’m really human.”
“Highly over-rated.” Envy changed so it looked like Mustang was walking with Kimbley. “You aren’t allowed to give up yet, Kimbley. You might still succeed. That alchemist has more fractures in his psyche than we can count. We might have a happy ending after all.”
Kimbley grinned. “I like the sound of that. Now, let’s find something to kill.”
*
All Maes wanted to do when he got back to his tent was sleep. Roy didn’t blame him. Two nights later, Roy did sneak into the tent, carrying some coffee in a carafe just in case anyone spotted him. Hughes’s caffeine habit was legendary. He figured it was good enough cover and Hughes’s tent mate had pulled the night watch.
Cover or not, Hughes took the coffee with a huge grin. “You know what I like, Roy.”
“You aren’t telling me anything I don’t already know.” Roy turned out the light, then rattled the door as if he went back outside.
“You have something naughty in mind.” Humor tinted Hughes’s voice.
“Don’t I always?” Roy laughed, sinking to his knees along the side of Hughes’s cot. He undid the man’s zipper. Roy pulled out Hughes’s still-soft cock, taking it into his mouth.
“I’m not going to get time to have my coffee?”
Roy dropped Maes’s shaft, resting his head on the man’s thigh, laughing. “Are you still concussed, man?”
“You’re forcing me to make a hard choice.”
Roy sucked on the tip of Maes’s cock, his tongue fucking the slit.
“Yeah, my coffee can’t do that. I’ll have it cold.”
Roy pressed his lips against the head of Maes’s penis, snickering. The shaft started to fill and lengthen in his hand. He slid it into his mouth again, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Following the vein, Roy took all of Maes in, down to the root in a well-practiced move. As Maes’s strong fingers massaged Roy’s scalp, the alchemist felt his own cock thickening, pressing against the coarse material of his uniform trousers.
Maes gently pushed him back. “You’ll make me come too fast.”
“That’s the idea. This is about you, for you living, for not getting your brains blew out.”
Maes tipped Roy’s chin up. “Then I know what I want.” He kissed Roy’s lips. “I want to fuck you until you forget about this place and the things we have to do.”
Roy looked away then mustered up a smile for his lover. “I see no problem with that plan.”
“I do. You’re still clothed.” Maes tweaked Roy’s nipple through his shirt.
“That’s easily remedied.”
Roy got off his knees, stripping quickly while Maes leaned over and got some hand lotion out of the box that served as a dresser. Completely naked, Roy tugged Maes’s shirt up and off him. Luckily, the man had already been lying down, bootless, when Roy came in so that was one less thing to contend with. Maes nodded to the canvas floor and Roy sat back down on it.
Maes joined him, kissing him. Roy noticed a slight unsteadiness to Maes’s movements, not that the man would admit to it. He pushed Maes back against the canvas. “You’re still not completely healed,” Roy said, pressing a finger to Maes’s lips when he went to protest. “Let me be on top.”
“That does have its appeal,” Maes murmured.
Roy used the lotion to slick up Maes’s cock, his hand motions languid and teasing. Maes toyed with Roy’s jewels, making Roy’s hands unsteady and slow further.
“Sure this is how you want it?” Maes whispered as Roy swung over him.
“Tell me you don’t want to see me moving over you.” Roy’s mouth felt dry at the thought of the show he could really put on for Maes. Of course, in the dark tent he was limited but, some day, they’d have the time.
Maes ran a hand along Roy’s thigh, “Yes, I really do.”
Roy cupped his own balls, tugging them and his cock tighter to his body so Maes could watch. Maes guided himself against Roy’s open and Roy slowly took him in. Every millimeter he slid down on Maes’s hard shaft sent tingles of electricity through his body. He let go of his cock and started riding Maes’s.
At first, he took Maes with subtle grinds of his hips while Maes stroked him hard with one oiled hand. Sinking as deeply as he could, Roy rose again until he nearly lost contact with Maes then back down until they were both trying to stifle moans of pleasure.
“Faster, Roy. God, you’re such a tease,” Maes panted.
Roy complied joyously, his hips crashing with Maes’s. He was so full of his lover that there was no room for anything else in Roy’s mind. This truly was the best way to let go of the anguish howling in his head. Maes caught Roy’s wrists, pulling him down against his torso. He thrust up hard into Roy, his body shuddering with Maes’s release.
Once Maes caught his breath, he urged Roy forward, wrapping his hands around Roy’s hips. Roy knelt with one leg to either side of Maes’s head, letting the man suck on his cock. Roy’s eyes closed as Maes’s hot mouth closed over his hard flesh. Maes pinched Roy’s ass, a signal to fuck his mouth more vigorously. It only took a few pumps before Roy spilled.
He swung off Maes then laid down beside him, his senses still swimming. “You okay, Maes?’
“Tired in the best possible way,” Maes said. “You okay?”
“I forgot for awhile. Couldn’t ask for more.” Roy rested on the ground with Maes for a while before finally making the man get back into his cot. Maes only pulled on his boxers and undershirt, crawling into bed. Roy picked up the man’s uniform and folded it up after he himself had dressed. “I should go.”
“Where did that coffee you brought me go?” Maes asked.
Snorting, Roy found it and let Maes pour himself a cup. Maybe the aroma would deaden some of the other smells in the tent before Maes’s tent mate got off duty. “Night, Maes.”
Roy headed outside and nearly ran over Kimbley. The two alchemists stared at each other in the moonlight. Roy knew Kimbley had to have been spying on him, but what could he say about it? “Out late, Kimbley?”
“No later than you.” Kimbley tossed his head, his ponytail slashing over his shoulders. “Better get rest, Flame. Gran was talking about a big push tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Roy turned away from the man. He should tell Maes about this but they both knew Kimbley had long ago guessed at Roy’s lovers. Now he had his confirmation. Deciding to let Maes rest easy, Roy would tell him in the morning. Kimbley was unlikely to use the information any time soon. He would wait until he needed or wanted something. Roy could only wonder and worry about that. Suddenly he wasn’t sleepy any more and all the bad things driven off by the loving rushed back. He was in a war. He was in hell but he had his lifelines. Roy would not die here so long as he had the people who meant most to him. If Kimbley threatened that, Roy knew how to make a death look like an accident. His flames could get as uncontrollable as his passions.
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 03:56 am (UTC)o.o
Date: 2010-04-15 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 03:11 pm (UTC)Kimbley, yes well voyeurism is probably the least of his sins
and glad I accomplished more than just the sex
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 03:47 pm (UTC)The sexing was good too!
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:15 pm (UTC)oh good. Really after temple et al and sex for the heck of it, i was hoping to write something with a tad more meaning
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:32 pm (UTC)That was meaningful sex too! The demon-hunters could all die tomorrow and they are worried about it! It is vitally important to their characterisations that they get jiggy!*
*I'm actually not being sarcastic - I thought it made total plot/character sense that they'd just go for it given the lives they lead
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Date: 2010-04-15 07:46 pm (UTC)well that is true and that's sort of why I wrote it that way. it's not a love for the centuries but for them it's what they have
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Date: 2010-04-15 07:58 pm (UTC)It might not be a love for the centuries, but it's certainly memorable. *g*
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Date: 2010-04-15 08:32 pm (UTC)But yeah Kimbley is quite sensual even if we don't see him lusting for anyone.
well that's good to know. Hopefully someone will like it so far my other story hasn't gotten bad reviews but it hasn't gotten any at all in brush of wings
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Date: 2010-04-15 08:50 pm (UTC)I liked your other story a lot too. And I thought the household god plot was a much more interesting take on the theme than the obvious 'angel come down to earth' thing.
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 01:55 am (UTC)thank you. Maybe the time period/words is off putting. I dunno. but hey stillno one is saying it sucked