Fic - Welcome Punishment
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cornerofmadnessWelcome Punishment: the quartet
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cornerofmadness
Team pie
Word Count – 1192
Disclaimer – so not mine, Arakawa owns all
Rating – NC-17
Characters – Roy/Maes
Time line/Spoilers – no spoilers, sometime early on
Summary – Roy needs to be put in his place on occasion.
Author’s note –bob_fish shows me one picture of bondage Roy and I can’t stop writing about it….so this all started with a picture but since I'm not sure who drew it, I don't want to link to it. Let's just say it's an inspiring picture of Roy (and given his opening position in this series of ficlets you can figure out what it might look like...)These ficlets were put together for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff's willful prompt. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta
Welcome Punishment: On Display
* * *
Roy knew he had been put on display very purposefully. It was a private showing, but still great care, had been taken. He had been given time to think about his willful nature and impatience. The room was cool and the only warmth he had was where his face and shoulder contacted the soft sheets. Gooseflesh stood out on his bared torso. His wrists had been shackled to his ankles and he had been put in a position with his ass held high.
Roy tried to move, the D-rings of his leather shackles clanking. He couldn’t lift his head in this position, couldn’t do much of anything. If he tried to move too much, he’d flop over in an undignified heap and probably wrench a shoulder. Some would say there wasn’t much dignity to his position as it was, but Roy knew better. Even like this, he had power. He could make his lover want him. Roy’s ass twitched as he moved.
“You do look very good like that,” Maes said softly. Naked, sprawled in a chair, Maes had been making a languid show of stroking himself. From his engorged, darkened shaft, Roy knew just how much Maes wanted him. Roy ached inside the leather pants Maes had made him don, his own cock captured by a ring, a little sphere filling him up so he couldn’t come. “You want me to come over there and fuck you, but then I remember someone telling me I was being a pest today.”
He had been but if Roy said that again Maes might finish himself off and just leave Roy unsatisfied.
“Am I pest?” Maes crossed the room. He swatted Roy’s ass.
“No.”
“Beg me.”
Roy would beg but not yet. Oh, there was plenty of this game yet to play.
Welcome Punishment: Torment
* * *
Maes stretched out on the bed next to Roy, purposefully not touching him. He rubbed a finger around the head of his cock, his big finger wiping away the pearls collected there. “You want me to touch you, don’t you? You want to taste this, feel it.”
Ever willful, Roy said, “Not going to beg.” They both knew he was lying. He would in the end.
Maes trailed a finger along the vein wandering over the top of his fat shaft. “I could just make you watch while I finish myself off.”
“You’re just reinforcing me calling you a pest,” Roy mumbled into the sheets.
Maes got on his knees. “Oh really?” He opened Roy’s pants, jerking them slowly down to his knees. Maes tickled under Roy’s cock then tapped the ring around its head. Roy’s penis twitched but the sphere inside its tip left it dry. “I could just tease you until you’re half insane. You will beg then.” His finger circled Roy’s sweet spot, making Roy thrust into Maes's hand, only to have that hand instantly moved out of reach.
Roy made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Maes stretched back out on the bed, his cock almost touching Roy’s lips. He could smell his lover’s musk. Maes lifted Roy’s chin from the mattress, his shaft brushing Roy’s lips. Roy flicked his tongue over it
“Say it.”
“Please, Maes. This is torture.”
“Are you begging?”
“Yes, you damn pest.”
Chuckling, Maes got back up. He massaged Roy’s earlobe. “That doesn’t sound like real begging, Roy. I guess I’ll just leave you like this for a little while, go finish myself off, go have a drink. Maybe I should take some souvenir pictures of you like this.”
Roy squirmed, nearly toppling. “Maes, this isn’t fair.”
Maes smirked. “I know.”
* * *
Welcome Punishment - Pleading
Maes gave himself another indolent stroke to keep his own fires going. “You should see yourself, Roy. You really do look delicious, helpless, shameless. Or is that a hint of blush on your cheeks to go with that come fuck me look? Are you trying to pretend you’re a nice boy…as if a nice boy would have found himself in this position?”
“Go fuck yourself, Maes.”
“Okay.” Maes’s hand worked himself more vigorously then he reached down, scraping a nail over Roy’s nipple. Roy hissed. “Think you can bear it?”
“God.”
“You don’t believe in one.” Maes’s fingers brushed Roy’s balls.
“Nggh, damn, fuck me, Maes.”
“Now that sounded like begging.” Maes ruffled Roy’s already mussed hair.
“It is!”
Maes disappeared from Roy’s limited view and Roy heard him fumble with the bottle of oil. In no time, one slicked finger toyed with Roy’s entrance before breaching it. Roy lifted his ass higher as a second finger joined it. “So eager.”
“You’ve been torturing me.” Maes didn’t answer Roy and to the alchemist’s surprise, he didn’t free Roy’s wrists from his ankles. “Maes?”
Maes kissed the small of Roy’s back. “I’m going to take you just like you are. Do you know how wild it makes me seeing you this vulnerable?”
Unable to speak, Roy shuddered with anticipation. Maes thrust into Roy fast and deep. Roy groaned, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness. Maes pounded into him, seemingly finding a deeper spot with each thrust. He pulled out then pushed back in slowly until Roy took all of him then Maes eased the cock ring with its sounding off of Roy. The alchemist came almost immediately, striping the bed, his chest, his face with warm pearls.
Maes came inside him. “Damn,” he panted. “Gonna chain you up more often.”
* * *
Welcome Punishment - Still Willful
Maes unchained Roy’s limbs and the alchemist collapsed down onto the mattress, not caring he landed in the wet spot. Maes took the shackles off and rubbed Roy’s shoulders. Roy moaned at the sheer pleasure of Maes kneading his over-sensitized flesh. “You okay, Roy?”
“Mmmm, sleepy.” Roy scrubbed his sticky face on the pillow case. “Well used.”
Maes’s hands worked their way down Roy’s back, loosening his muscles as they went. “You are that. Hmmm, wonders if Fuery has any movie cameras on a tripod that don’t require a third man to use.”
Roy slapped Maes’s thigh. “Pervert. Not doing that.”
“Always so willful. You haven’t learned yet. Maybe you need chained back up.” Maes smirked.
Roy rolled up onto his elbow. “What I need is a shower. And next time, you’re getting chained up.”
Maes caught Roy’s sticky chin. “I am, am I?”
“I think you’ll like it.” Roy leaned in, stealing a kiss.
“I just might, but right now I’m thinking of things I want to do with you in the shower.” Maes stifled a yawn then put his arms around Roy, bearing him back against the mattress. “But first, I just want to rest my eyes for a moment.”
Roy rested his head against Maes’s chest. “And before the shower, I might just let you chain me up again. There has to be more than one position with those shackles.”
Maes chuckled. “That’s my Roy. Who’s the pervert now?”
“Both of us.” Roy kissed Maes shoulder. “We wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“My stubborn brat.” Maes stroked Roy’s back.
“And my insane pest.” Roy nipped Maes’s neck.
”Next time we should let the ladies play, too,” Maes suggested.
Roy shivered with anticipation.
Author –
cornerofmadnessTeam pie
Word Count – 1192
Disclaimer – so not mine, Arakawa owns all
Rating – NC-17
Characters – Roy/Maes
Time line/Spoilers – no spoilers, sometime early on
Summary – Roy needs to be put in his place on occasion.
Author’s note –
bob_fish shows me one picture of bondage Roy and I can’t stop writing about it….so this all started with a picture but since I'm not sure who drew it, I don't want to link to it. Let's just say it's an inspiring picture of Roy (and given his opening position in this series of ficlets you can figure out what it might look like...)These ficlets were put together for fanfic_bakeoff's willful prompt. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the betaWelcome Punishment: On Display
* * *
Roy knew he had been put on display very purposefully. It was a private showing, but still great care, had been taken. He had been given time to think about his willful nature and impatience. The room was cool and the only warmth he had was where his face and shoulder contacted the soft sheets. Gooseflesh stood out on his bared torso. His wrists had been shackled to his ankles and he had been put in a position with his ass held high.
Roy tried to move, the D-rings of his leather shackles clanking. He couldn’t lift his head in this position, couldn’t do much of anything. If he tried to move too much, he’d flop over in an undignified heap and probably wrench a shoulder. Some would say there wasn’t much dignity to his position as it was, but Roy knew better. Even like this, he had power. He could make his lover want him. Roy’s ass twitched as he moved.
“You do look very good like that,” Maes said softly. Naked, sprawled in a chair, Maes had been making a languid show of stroking himself. From his engorged, darkened shaft, Roy knew just how much Maes wanted him. Roy ached inside the leather pants Maes had made him don, his own cock captured by a ring, a little sphere filling him up so he couldn’t come. “You want me to come over there and fuck you, but then I remember someone telling me I was being a pest today.”
He had been but if Roy said that again Maes might finish himself off and just leave Roy unsatisfied.
“Am I pest?” Maes crossed the room. He swatted Roy’s ass.
“No.”
“Beg me.”
Roy would beg but not yet. Oh, there was plenty of this game yet to play.
Welcome Punishment: Torment
* * *
Maes stretched out on the bed next to Roy, purposefully not touching him. He rubbed a finger around the head of his cock, his big finger wiping away the pearls collected there. “You want me to touch you, don’t you? You want to taste this, feel it.”
Ever willful, Roy said, “Not going to beg.” They both knew he was lying. He would in the end.
Maes trailed a finger along the vein wandering over the top of his fat shaft. “I could just make you watch while I finish myself off.”
“You’re just reinforcing me calling you a pest,” Roy mumbled into the sheets.
Maes got on his knees. “Oh really?” He opened Roy’s pants, jerking them slowly down to his knees. Maes tickled under Roy’s cock then tapped the ring around its head. Roy’s penis twitched but the sphere inside its tip left it dry. “I could just tease you until you’re half insane. You will beg then.” His finger circled Roy’s sweet spot, making Roy thrust into Maes's hand, only to have that hand instantly moved out of reach.
Roy made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Maes stretched back out on the bed, his cock almost touching Roy’s lips. He could smell his lover’s musk. Maes lifted Roy’s chin from the mattress, his shaft brushing Roy’s lips. Roy flicked his tongue over it
“Say it.”
“Please, Maes. This is torture.”
“Are you begging?”
“Yes, you damn pest.”
Chuckling, Maes got back up. He massaged Roy’s earlobe. “That doesn’t sound like real begging, Roy. I guess I’ll just leave you like this for a little while, go finish myself off, go have a drink. Maybe I should take some souvenir pictures of you like this.”
Roy squirmed, nearly toppling. “Maes, this isn’t fair.”
Maes smirked. “I know.”
* * *
Welcome Punishment - Pleading
Maes gave himself another indolent stroke to keep his own fires going. “You should see yourself, Roy. You really do look delicious, helpless, shameless. Or is that a hint of blush on your cheeks to go with that come fuck me look? Are you trying to pretend you’re a nice boy…as if a nice boy would have found himself in this position?”
“Go fuck yourself, Maes.”
“Okay.” Maes’s hand worked himself more vigorously then he reached down, scraping a nail over Roy’s nipple. Roy hissed. “Think you can bear it?”
“God.”
“You don’t believe in one.” Maes’s fingers brushed Roy’s balls.
“Nggh, damn, fuck me, Maes.”
“Now that sounded like begging.” Maes ruffled Roy’s already mussed hair.
“It is!”
Maes disappeared from Roy’s limited view and Roy heard him fumble with the bottle of oil. In no time, one slicked finger toyed with Roy’s entrance before breaching it. Roy lifted his ass higher as a second finger joined it. “So eager.”
“You’ve been torturing me.” Maes didn’t answer Roy and to the alchemist’s surprise, he didn’t free Roy’s wrists from his ankles. “Maes?”
Maes kissed the small of Roy’s back. “I’m going to take you just like you are. Do you know how wild it makes me seeing you this vulnerable?”
Unable to speak, Roy shuddered with anticipation. Maes thrust into Roy fast and deep. Roy groaned, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness. Maes pounded into him, seemingly finding a deeper spot with each thrust. He pulled out then pushed back in slowly until Roy took all of him then Maes eased the cock ring with its sounding off of Roy. The alchemist came almost immediately, striping the bed, his chest, his face with warm pearls.
Maes came inside him. “Damn,” he panted. “Gonna chain you up more often.”
* * *
Welcome Punishment - Still Willful
Maes unchained Roy’s limbs and the alchemist collapsed down onto the mattress, not caring he landed in the wet spot. Maes took the shackles off and rubbed Roy’s shoulders. Roy moaned at the sheer pleasure of Maes kneading his over-sensitized flesh. “You okay, Roy?”
“Mmmm, sleepy.” Roy scrubbed his sticky face on the pillow case. “Well used.”
Maes’s hands worked their way down Roy’s back, loosening his muscles as they went. “You are that. Hmmm, wonders if Fuery has any movie cameras on a tripod that don’t require a third man to use.”
Roy slapped Maes’s thigh. “Pervert. Not doing that.”
“Always so willful. You haven’t learned yet. Maybe you need chained back up.” Maes smirked.
Roy rolled up onto his elbow. “What I need is a shower. And next time, you’re getting chained up.”
Maes caught Roy’s sticky chin. “I am, am I?”
“I think you’ll like it.” Roy leaned in, stealing a kiss.
“I just might, but right now I’m thinking of things I want to do with you in the shower.” Maes stifled a yawn then put his arms around Roy, bearing him back against the mattress. “But first, I just want to rest my eyes for a moment.”
Roy rested his head against Maes’s chest. “And before the shower, I might just let you chain me up again. There has to be more than one position with those shackles.”
Maes chuckled. “That’s my Roy. Who’s the pervert now?”
“Both of us.” Roy kissed Maes shoulder. “We wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“My stubborn brat.” Maes stroked Roy’s back.
“And my insane pest.” Roy nipped Maes’s neck.
”Next time we should let the ladies play, too,” Maes suggested.
Roy shivered with anticipation.
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Date: 2010-05-19 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 09:28 pm (UTC)haha glad you liked it. but wait, there's more, check
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Date: 2010-11-13 01:30 pm (UTC)Even if my OTP is RoyEd, I'm interested on RoyMaes too, and I must say that I liked your story
Can I translate this too when I've time? =D
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Date: 2010-11-13 02:56 pm (UTC)Yes, I figured ROy/Ed was your OT. That's one pairing I don't write but I do have a lot of Roy/Maes (wish my memories were better)
If you like to see more Roy/Maes you can go to
and sure you can. I'm glad you really like this.
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Date: 2010-11-13 03:05 pm (UTC)I'm very interested to your stories, whatever is the pairing =)
Anyway, I've translated "Waiting to feel Good", and the link is here → Click! (http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=598446&i=1)
I hope that the translation doesn't depart too much from your story
I tried to do my best =S
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Date: 2010-11-13 04:04 pm (UTC)oh cool. thanks for the link. I'll go look it over but my Italian is 30 years rusty at this point. I just think it's really neat that you took a swing at translating it.
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Date: 2010-11-13 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 10:04 pm (UTC)