Fic - These Stolen Moments

[cornerofmadness]

Title-These Stolen Moments
Author– cornerofmadness
Fandom -Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer– all rights belong to Arakawa-sensei
Rating– NC-17
Pairing– Maes/Gracia/Roy/Riza
Timeline/spoilers– no spoilers, set not too long after Elicia is born, mangaverse
Summary– They have to steal moments for themselves to have fun in.
Warnings– polyamorous sex, het sex, m/m sex, f/f sex
Word Count– 3,197
Author’s Note– written for the prompt -Fullmetal Alchemist, Maes/Gracia; Roy/Riza+Elicia: Night on the Town/We need a Babysitter - “I can't believe he talked me into this.” Honestly, the night on the town is more in spirit than them actually being in town. Thanks to enemytosleep for the beta. This is in the omniscient point of view, consider that a warning for those who don't like that pov.



X X X


From her seat at the small round table set outside the café, Gracia watched people going down the street. Across from her, Riza sipped her lemonade slowly, obviously in no hurry. “I’m so glad you got to come to Central, Riza, even if it is for some military summit. How did you manage to get time away?” “Technically, I have nothing to do with the security summit. Mostly I’m just here as a liaison between the colonel and the East. I call Havoc several times a day to make sure he hasn’t burned down the office or that Fuery hasn’t wired all the rooms for sound, and report anything important back to Roy.” She took a long sip of her drink. “It's all very boring.” She set the sweating glass down. “Roy's the one who’s stressed. Haruko and Gran wind him up and he doesn’t think much of Kane or Gaylor. At least he as Grumman and Armstrong to talk to, and of course, Maes, since he and Alex Louis have been investigating the current breach.”

“Those two talking is sometimes a bad thing - the trouble they can get into,” Gracia rolled her eyes. “We should do something to help them forget about the military for a night; all of you.” Gracia gave Riza a sly look. “You deserve a break, having to deal with all those men day in and day out.”

Riza’s weary eyes brightened. “What do you have in mind?”

Gracia shrugged. “Something fun. Movies, dinner, dancing, anything. What would Roy like to do?”

“All of that. He’d love to do some of the more romantic things like carriages in the park, but you know the problem we have with that,” Riza said.

Gracia bobbed her head. She knew all too well. She was very grateful she and Maes didn’t have to worry about fraternization laws. “All right, let’s plan this out. Firstly, we need a babysitter. Mrs. Spencer can only do it during the day like now.”

“Let’s see what we can plan out,” Riza said. “Something different. Roy needs to try something we don’t usually get to do out East.”

“All right. I think I can get Debbie to baby-sit at her house for the night. She’s a war widow and could use the money,” Gracia said.

They put their heads together, trying to figure out something fun and unusual to do.

X X X

“This is crazy,” Roy said. “I feel silly in this.”

“I can’t believe you let Maes talk you into wearing that shirt, Roy.” Gracia grinned at him, turning her bowling ball over in her hands.

“Riza said I had to.” Roy pouted at her.

“I bought that special for you.” Maes gestured to the shirt. In blues, greys and tans, huge gear-like half wheels spun and clashed over the shirt, with smaller ‘working parts’ rendered as multiple concentric rings. “It sort of looked like arrays.”

“Where do you find such monstrosities? Material like this should be banned by the Dokotan convention for the prevention of cruelty to war prisoners. It could render a man insane if he stares at it too long,” Roy whined.

Maes frowned, looking hurt. “I liked it.”

“Roy’s not a flashy sort of dresser, Maes,” Riza said, glaring over at her lover. “But he needs to remember we want people to remember the clothing and not our faces so we can enjoy this date in peace.”

“Don’t worry, Riza. Anyone looking at us will have their retinas seared away by staring at Maes’s shirt directly.” Roy pointed to Maes’s black shirt. Every available inch of the black field was crammed with brilliant turquoise dogwood flowers. “That blue practically glows in the dark.”

Maes slapped Roy’s arm. “Quit being a pill. Get a ball, you’re up after Gracia.”

“I’ve never bowled before,” Roy admitted reluctantly.

“Never?” Gracia gave him a once over before rolling her ball. She only hit two pins. “Well, I’m not that good either. But seriously, you’ve never bowled?”

“I never did a lot of thing kids do growing up.” Roy shrugged. “My parents died when I was young and living with my foster mother was anything but normal.”

“Then he got sent to my father who thought boys were best off studying and in the lab and not out goofing around,” Riza put in.

“That’s sad. That is no way for a child to grow up,” Gracia said, patting Roy’s back.

“I’m a little jealous of Elicia,” Roy replied, going over to examine the balls.

“Oh?”

“She’s going to grow up in a nice normal house.” He jerked a thumb at Maes. “If you can possibly apply the word ‘normal’ to him.”

Maes hit Roy between the shoulder blades. “I’m normal.”

“No onewith his dress sense is normal.” Roy tugged on his shirt.

“He may have a point, love.” Gracia breezed by to kiss Maes’s cheek.

He sputtered as Roy selected a ball and took his first shot down the lane. Roy knocked down half the pins.

“I thought you said you never bowled before. What was that?” Maes pointed down the lane.

“I can fling fire with pinpoint accuracy and I know physics. Why are you surprised?” Roy picked up the spare and strutted around their chairs.

Riza’s hand brushed his back side, an innocent ‘accidental’ run in to the casual observer. “Very good, partner. And here, I thought we’d get trounced.”

Roy pouted. “You have such faith in me.”

“Always.”

X X X

“I can’t believe he talked me into this,” Roy said, putting a foot onto the boat.

“Me? I think the women did all the talking,” Maes said, taking the picnic basket from Gracia.

“And the planning,” Riza reminded him. “We go dancing so often, so we thought this would make a nice change.”

Roy looked over the empty dock. Back atop the hill sat a good sized house. There wasn’t another soul on the small lake and Roy knew there wouldn’t be. “I was hoping for a night on the town.”

“You’re getting a night on a private lake.” Maes pushed Roy back onto the dock. “You have to cast off.” Roy scowled. “What? Is the Flame Alchemist nervous about so much water?”

“Don’t make me show you what I can do with the water,” Roy said, helping Gracia and Riza aboard the small cedar and oak boat. The thing positively gleamed. “Where did all this come from?”

“Armstrong. Riza and Gracia talked to him. He’s always inviting me out here. It’s their lake house, but we almost never get a chance to get out here,” Maes replied, starting the engine up.

“He’s letting us have it for the night. The lake, the boat, the house,” Riza said.

“He’s such a sweet man. He even volunteered to baby-sit,” Gracia put in.

“Yes, too bad an investigation came up and I had to assign him to look into it.” Maes rolled his eyes. Roy knew that wasn’t by accident. Poor Alex Louis, he probably would make a wonderful babysitter if he didn’t accidentally crush the tyke. “Okay Roy, cast off and hop aboard.”

“If I die…” Roy freed the moorings and made his jump. He had only ever been on a boat once with his Aunt and some creepy guy. It had not gone well, but he wasn’t going to bring that up here. The ladies had worked hard.

Gracia patted the seat cushion under the canopy between her and Riza. “See, you survived. Have a seat.”

Roy snuggled up between them, resting a hand on either lady’s thigh. “So, we had an afternoon of bowling and now, an evening of boating. It really does sound nice. What’s in the picnic basket?”

“Food. You’ll keep until we get where we’re going.” Riza tweaked his earlobe.

“Where is that precisely?”

“I had Armstrong show me how to pilot this thing. He took me to a cove where you can watch the sun set and is easy to anchor in. He said the ladies would be ‘beside themselves with joy at the sheer beauty before them’,” Maes boomed out in a half decent imitation of Armstrong’s bluff tones.

Roy sat back, shifting his arms so he could keep one wrapped around either woman. The lush emerald shoreline slipped by them and the late afternoon air felt warm as it slid over their skin. Finally, Maes cautiously boated into a cove, a horse-shoe of sycamores, cottonwoods and oaks shading the water.

“Throw the anchor out, Roy.”

“Where exactly would I find that?”

“Here.” Gracia showed Roy where it was stowed and he heaved it overboard.

Once Maes was convinced that they were anchored, he enlisted Roy in putting the canopy down. That task accomplished, the low sun smiled down on them. Maes sat next to Gracia, pulling her against him. “This is really nice. You two came up with a wonderful day for us.”

“They did and it’s not over yet,” Roy’s eyes danced. “A whole lake all to ourselves.”

“Better feed him so he has energy for all those naughty ideas he’s getting, Riza,” Gracia laughed.

“Oh, he always has energy for that.” Riza got the picnic basket and opened it up. She handed Roy the bottle of wine while Gracia got out the plates. She and Gracia had an earlier understanding that the condom tins and the lotion bottle would stay hidden in the picnic basket until at least they got a good meal.

“We decided that since we were going to out all day that we’d skip meat for tonight’s dinner,” Riza said.

“Probably safe,” Roy agreed. “What do you have for us?”

“Most of it is Gracia’s doing,” Riza said. “I did dessert.” She knew both Maes and Roy would understand why she left the culinary artistry to Gracia. A career officer, Riza’s cooking days were back when she as still in school. It was usually easier just to go to the mess hall to grab some chow than go home after a long day of Mustang-Havoc-Breda antics – at least Fuery and Falman were usually calm – and try to cook.

“There’s a mushroom salad with parsley and a lemon dressing. I shaved some of that salty hard cheese you like into it, Maes.” Gracia got the salad out first. “And pasta salad with squash and goat cheese is the main course. Okay, salad is pretty much all the courses. That container is salad with fennel bulb and the salty soft cheese and olives in it. I know you both like olives, Riza, Roy.”

“We do. And I made a watermelon salad with a little lime and ginger-honey dressing,” Riza said.

“We won’t be able to move after all that,” Maes said.

“We have faith in you two,” his wife assured him.

They leisurely ate the meal, rocking gently with the movement of the lake’s slightly spring-fed ‘tide.’ Afterwards, Roy stripped off his shirt. “We can sunbathe a little on the bow while we let our food settle.”

“I’m not going to just strip down here,” Gracia said, her eyes canting toward Riza. Both of them had decided that a minimal protest was needed here, but they had come prepared just for this eventuality.

“Who is going to see you?” Roy argued, sliding out of his trousers. He had no qualms about lying out on the polished wood in his skivvies.

“He has a point,” Maes said, shucking out of his clothing.

“He often does.”

Both Gracia and Riza wore some of their best bra and panties, the ones that actually belonged to a set. Riza’s were a pale blue with two pearls on the trim between her breasts. Gracia’s were a lacy rose. Before getting on the bow, they put the towels they had brought on the seats, anticipating what would come next.

They did rest like lazy cats in the fading sun. Finally, Roy peered over the edge and said, “The water really does look inviting.”

“There’s not much in the way of a ladder to get back into the boat. Just a tow rope,” Maes replied. “I think that’s plenty enough for the Armstrongs. They’re a muscular lot.”

“I can fix that. Just don’t tell Armstrong.” Roy slithered off the bow to find some paper and a pencil.

“It’s not been an hour yet, Roy,” Gracia said.

He waved her off then affixed the paper with the array to the boat. “We’ll be fine.” He put a hand on the wood activating the array. “How’s that?”

Maes peeked over the side and saw the hand and foot holds Roy had just shaped into the boat. “Looks good to me.”

“Perfect.” Roy tugged off his boxers and went over the side. Maes followed.

Gracia glanced over at Riza. “Like kids.”

“I know.”

Roy swam around the boat. “Come in, ladies. It’s nice.”

“What are the chances it’s really cold and you’re just lying to us?” Riza asked.

“You could come in and feel between my legs,” Roy laughed. “See for yourself.”

Riza snorted at him.

Maes caught up to Roy and did as instructed. “Feels pretty warm to me.”

“If you over stimulate him, Maes, he’ll drown,” Riza said, taking off her bra. “We might as well join them, Gracia, before they start splashing us.”

“Good idea.”

Naked, the ladies jumped in, surprised to find the water actually was warm. While they swam, Maes kept feathering touches over Roy’s cock before gliding off to tease the ladies. Roy then turned the tables, catching hold of the anchor line to steady himself as he got a good handful of Maes’s shaft, rubbing it under water.

Maes’s hand fumbled for the line as well. Feeling Roy’s erection against his hip, he nibbled Roy’s neck. “Think the girls will miss us if we go topside this quickly.”

“It’s that or drown trying to do something here.” Roy looked over to where Gracia floated effortlessly. “I can’t float.”

“Yeah just my head does.”

“That’s because it’s so damn big.” Roy smirked.

Maes pushed him down into the water. “I could just stay and swim you know.”

Roy came up sputtering. “You don’t have enough blood left in your brain to keep swimming long.”

Maes pursed his lips then reached for the transmuted hand holds. “So true.” He pulled himself back into the boat with Roy following him.

Riza unfolded from her back float and began to swim again. This felt heavenly. Out east, they were bordering the desert. There wasn’t much in the way of open water like this. Where she grew up, there had been trees and lakes and Riza missed it. She cut through the water, circling the boat once before treading water next to Gracia. “Where did the guys go?”

Gracia let her feet down, treading as well as she looked around. She pointed to the bow of the ship. Riza looked, seeing Roy bent across it, his face against the shining wood. “There.”

Riza snorted. “They couldn’t wait.”

“Probably should have hid the lotion a little better if we wanted that.” Gracia laughed “Do we swim more and pretend they aren’t ridiculously horny or do we go up and watch the show?”

“The show I think. How many times will we get to see this on a boat?”

“Good point.”

They climbed on board and sat on the towel-covered seats watching their lovers’ wet bodies move together in a frenetic, almost desperate dance, their groans snatched away by the evening wind. Buried deep inside of Roy, Maes stroked his lover’s cock with slow movements, just enough to keep the fire burning.

Gracia turned to Riza, kissing her. As their mouths explored each other, Gracia’s hand traveled down over Riza’s breasts, teasing her nipples before dipping down to circle Riza’s clit. The women shifted positions, giving up the oral contact so they could stroke and tease each other and still watch the men fuck, a word whispered between Gracia and Riza after deciding the men were too rough with each other to warrant any other description.

Roy’s hands skidded on the polished bow as he tried to keep his balance with Maes slamming into him hard. Maes finished with a bellow that startled the birds from the trees. He let Roy slip free and the smaller man pulled himself up onto the bow. He beckoned to Riza with a weary grin, stroking himself.

“So much for the towels catching everything,” she muttered with Gracia with a grin as the other woman pushed her gently off the seat.

Riza stopped to get a condom out of the tin before edging past Maes who was sprawled out on the floor. She climbed onto the bow with Roy. “You two, we were supposed to wait until we got back to the house,” she said before leaning over and lathing her tongue up his torso. Roy tasted like sweat and lake water.

“Ha. You came prepared for this.” His fingers walked along her side. “You two planned on us not waiting.”

“So true.” Riza circled her tongue over his cock, listening to Roy groan. Not wanting him to go before she had her fun with him, Riza left off and pulled the condom down over his shaft.

Roy steadied her as she straddled him, taking him inside her easily, prepared as she was. The rocking of the boat took a little getting used to as she rode him. Roy toyed with her bouncing breasts as the fading sun painted their world purple, gold and rose. On the other end of the boat, Maes licked and sucked at Gracia’s damp folds. His tongue probed into her until she was moaning softly, her fingers toying with his hair.

By the time the moon was out and the starts twinkling, all four of them were tangled together in a sated heap on the floor of the boat. Riza pulled free first, her limbs sodden and not wanting to obey her.

“We should head back. There’s a whole house we need to have fun in yet,” she said and the men groaned. Oh, they just thought they had so much energy but the women knew who really did.

“Can’t we just sleep here? I’m too tired to pilot the boat back,” Maes said.

“Mosquitos are starting to bite,” Riza argued.

“Find me something to smoke up and that’ll handle them,” Roy muttered.

“You’re not setting fires on a wooden boat,” Riza replied.

Gracia got up and dressed. She went over and started the boat. “Luckily, I planned for this too. I’ll pilot the boat. You two men make sure nothing blows overboard. Now would be the time to get your pants back on.”

“Do you promise to take them back off us once we’re in that big Armstrongian bed?” Roy asked.

“Naturally,” Riza promised. That got them moving. Once everyone was mostly dressed, Gracia headed back to shore with Riza standing next to her, one arm looped around the young mother’s waist. Tomorrow she and Maes would be back to being responsible parents; Roy and Riza back to being commander and adjutant, but the night still had hours left to it and they planned to make the most of these stolen moments.