Fic - Competitive
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cornerofmadnessTitle Competitive
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cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer all rights belong to Arakawa sensei
Rating NC 17
Characters/Pairing Olivia/Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers some time early on in the series, no spoilers unless you don’t’ know who Olivia is.
Word Count 2,415
Warning pegging, F/F sex, polyamorous sex
Summary They’re all too competitive for their own good.
Author’s Note written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist; Olivia/Roy/Riza (any combo): Conflicts and Challenges : I am no prize to be won. Thanks to seatbeltdrivein for the beta.
XXX
“I’m so looking forward to this,” Roy cackled, kicking his feet up on the desk.
Riza’s eyebrows rose. “Sir?”
“We keep getting pulled to Briggs for training and Olivia inevitably humiliates me. Now they’re coming here and it’s my turn.” He smirked, gesturing to the sun outside the window.
“Your team could still lose, you know.”
He flipped a hand at her. “It’s summer. It’s close to a hundred degrees out there. They’ll melt.”
“It would be good to finally win.” Riza smiled, tapping her pen against her clipboard. “I’ll get the team drilling in anticipation.”
“Don’t use the whip too much, Hawkeye.” Roy wagged a finger at her. “Havoc and Breda will dig their heels in.”
“I know how to handle them, sir.” She slapped her clipboard against his boots. “Feet off the desk.”
“I’m the commanding officer. I’ll do what I want.”
“Yes, sir.” Riza headed back to her desk. She ran a hand through Hayate’s fur, causing the dog to stir from the side of her desk. “Go get him, boy.”
She tried not to smile at Roy’s outraged wailing as she went back to work.
XXX
“This is ridiculous,” Havoc rasped.
“If you mean the sheer amount of perspiration rolling off of you or the accompanying stink, then I agree,” Breda replied.
“How the hell are the Briggs men beating us?” Havoc panted, holding his sides.
“I’ve been wondering that myself. Surely we can put up a better fight than this,” Roy said, glowering at his men.
“We’re beating them in some of the challenges,” Fuery said, trying to be upbeat.
“Not on the hardest ones. They should be melting by now,” Roy said.
“Havoc is,” Riza deadpanned and both men glared at her. “Cheer up, sir. General Armstrong would like to speak with you tonight about tomorrow’s games. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll cancel them.”
“I’ve a better chance of getting hit by lightning and I don’t want her to quit. I want to beat her. Everyone go home and get a good night’s rest.” Roy ordered. “Havoc, you might want to consider the effects of smoking on your ability to run.”
Havoc rolled his eyes. Roy sighed. “This should have been an easy win.”
XXX
Roy entered the hotel suite with Riza in tow, a good amount of swagger in his step. He'd be damned if he let Olivia know that he was worried about losing. “Evening, General,” he said, walking past her at the door into a palatial suite. His eyebrows rose.
“Don’t you start! My parents reserved this for me. It wasn't my idea,” Olivia grumbled.
“They have good taste.”
“They seem to think I’m a little girl who still needs coddling,” she grumbled.
“I doubt there is anyone in the world who thinks that,” Roy assured her. “So did you call me here to give up?”
“Hawkeye, did he fall on his head on the way here?” Olivia indicated for them both to take a seat at the suite's dining table.
“He's just very hopeful, ma'am,” Riza replied. “He's also very much hopeful no one is quitting. He plans on winning.”
A feral grin slid across Olivia's face. “Now that's what I want to hear. I'm looking forward to pulling your team apart, Mustang. You as a slave for a weekend has appeal.”
“I don't recall that being part of this exercise, Olivia,” he chuffed.
“Maybe it should be. The commander of whomever's team loses becomes the slave of the other for the weekend.”
“Colonel, I'd caution against this,” Riza said with the air of someone who already knew the words were wasted.
“Just what kind of slavery are we talking?” Roy asked, leaning forward. His hands splayed on the table.
“Whatever the other can think up,” Olivia replied.
He sat back. “Hmm… maybe that would be a very bad idea. I'm not so sure I’d like to rest my freedom on the backs of my men.” Roy glanced around the room. “Speaking of which, where is Miles?”
“Haranguing the men, I should imagine. We did lose to you more than I'd like,” she said, taking the wine bottle off the table. “Would you like some?”
“Yes, please. Riza?” Roy glanced back at her.
“I'm fine, sir.”
“Have some. It'll finish the bottle,” Olivia said, taking two more glasses off the tray. Riza didn't protest further. “All right, Mustang, how about we devise a test for us two to decide who gets to be the slave of the other.”
His nose wrinkled as he reached for the glass. “I almost said I don't like competing against women, but then I remembered who I am talking to.”
“I'd break you in two in just about any contest you care to name, Mustang,” Olivia assured him, swirling the wine around her glass.
“I'd be more interested in seeing you and Hawkeye competing, but she'd shoot me for being sexist then give what's left for you to run through with those swords of yours.”
“I think your adjutant isn't quite in my league, Mustang.”
Hawkeye stiffened. “I wouldn't wager on that,” she said, then belatedly added, “Ma'am.”
Olivia's pale eyebrows rose. “Oh? What sort of contest did you have in mind, lieutenant?”
“It's my turn to warn you not to get sucked into this, Hawkeye,” Roy said half heartedly, his mind already turning over the idea of two fit blond beauties, oiled up, mostly naked, racing each other over the glistening desert sand. The idea that this would not in any way be the contest failed to diminish his fantasy.
“I suggest a triathlon, a shooting competition, followed by a five kilometer run, then a swim out to the little island in the middle of White Rabbit Lake,” Riza said, her jaw setting. Roy’s eyes glazed over at the mention of swimming.
Olivia grinned. “Watch out, Mustang. I might have her transferred to my command. I like the lieutenant's style.”
“You'll have to fight me for her. My command can't do without her,” Roy replied.
“Thank you, sir.”
“So what is the prize for the winner? I'm not too sure I want to be left to your whims, lieutenant,” Olivia said. “You're tough.”
“I'm not sure.” Riza rubbed her chin.
“We get Mustang for the weekend. He's enjoying this too much,” Olivia said.
“I'm not sure that will work, ma'am. He does outrank me,” Riza replied.
“And it might be a punishment inflicting him on you, but he'll do it if a general tells him to.”
“Ordering him around does sound appealing.” Riza grinned in a way that made Roy distinctly squirmy.
“I am not a prize to be won,” Roy protested.
Riza laughed. “No one believes that.”
“It would help if you weren't so obviously turned on.” Olivia waved a hand at him. “Hawkeye and I can see you thinking, ‘I want these two women to strip down and do all sorts of things to me. Let's make it a competition to see who can get me off the best’.”
“She's right, sir,” Riza said as Roy's cheeks stained pink.
“I would not be opposed to that idea,” he replied, trying to recover his decorum.
“We're not surprised,” Olivia said. “What makes you think you're enough man for the both of us, or that we wouldn't have more fun on our own, your lieutenant and I?”
He flashed a toothy grin. “I’m pretty sure you won't.”
“We can put that to the test.” Olivia stood up, leaning over the table to kiss Riza, who jumped. “Hmm, or maybe not.”
“Sorry, didn’t think you actually meant it,” Riza stammered.
“Riza,” Roy said lowly.
“Don’t worry, Mustang. I wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do,” Olivia said.
“I’m just a bit stunned that you’d want me or the colonel as lovers,” Riza said, her eyes sweeping over Olivia.
“Mustang is a bit on the small side, but I hear he has promise,” Olivia said. “I can tell you do.” She moved in for another kiss. Riza met this one with more heat.
Roy pushed back from the table. “This, I could get use to.”
“Be good or I’ll put you outside,” Olivia said, taking Riza’s hand. She led her toward the bed.
“It’ll be like trying to put out a reluctant cat, lots of screaming and clawing,” Riza said and the general laughed.
Olivia kissed Riza again, her deft fingers opening the buttons to Riza’s blouse. Roy kicked off his boots before following them into the bedroom. He was devoid of jacket and shirt by the time he got there.
“Such an eager man,” Olivia said, thumbing Riza’s nipple through her bra.
“He always is,” Riza said.
“You poor thing. I really could take you with me.”
“If it’s all the same, I’ll stay where I’m at,” Riza replied, easing out of Olivia’s grasp. “But what are we going to do about him?”
“Oh, I have some toys for him,” Olivia said.
Roy grinned. “I sure hope so.”
“Provided, of course, that I even decide to let him play. Teaching him patience and manners might be a good thing.” Olivia took off her shirt.
“Rather a waste of time. It’s been tried,” Riza said, cupping one of the taller woman’s breasts and kissing the pale flesh.
Roy undid his zipper, stroking himself as he watched the two women kiss and fondle each other.
Olivia slid a hand past Riza's waist band. “He still thinks he's joining in.”
“That's his best quality. He's ever hopeful,” Riza replied, breathlessly.
“You'll enjoy me,” he said, giving his hardening cock a languid caress.
“Get over here, Mustang,” Olivia ordered. Roy didn't need to be told twice. Olivia took him in hand and stroked him. “Hmmm, you definitely do have promise. You can get naked.”
Roy smirked. “Knew you wouldn't say no.”
Olivia huffed then ran a finger along Riza's cheek. “How you live with him, I'll never know.”
“Years of practice.” Riza slipped out of her pants.
“You have on too much clothing, Olivia,” Roy said, running a hand along her waist.
“Hawkeye, entertain him for a moment while I get a little something for this party,” Olivia said, turning to root around in the dresser. “Mustang, I have a tin of condoms in the bathroom. Go fetch one.”
Roy opened his mouth as if to say something smarmy, then thought better of it. He retrieved the condoms and came back into the bedroom to find Riza naked and ready for him on the bed. He stumbled out of his pants and joined her. He ran the tip of his tongue down her belly, then dipped lower to dance it over her clit.
“He doesn't waste time,” Olivia laughed.
“I like that about him,” Riza panted.
“I've got that little toy for you, Mustang, if you think you're able to handle me.” Olivia held up an impressive dildo that was part of her strap-on.
He stopped what he was doing, raising his head, his eyes wide. “That is...”
“Too much for you?” She grinned.
“I guess you're going to find out,” he volleyed back.
“I was hoping you'd say that.” Olivia put the device on, then got a tube of lubricant. She bent down to plant a kiss on Riza’s shoulder.
Roy moved over so she could join them on the bed. Riza welcomed another kiss from the general, her hand cupping Olivia’s heavy breast. Roy smiled again, obviously content to watch them kiss. Olivia pressed Riza back against the mattress then moved back giving Roy’s hip a light slap. He didn’t need further urging. Riza shifted to the side, getting the tin for him.
Roy slid one on as Riza sucked on the skin of his neck. He pushed her back, their bodies melding with practiced ease. Olivia watched them, flittering touches over their heated skin. Roy paused, buried deep inside of Riza, holding a hand out to Olivia. She moved closer, not looking interested in snuggling first.
She ran a slicked finger along the cleft of his ass as he pumped into Riza. “Think you’re ready for me?” She pressed a finger into him.
“I’m ready,” Roy rasped.
Riza wrapped her arms around his shoulder, taking him in deeper, bracing him against her body as Olivia got into position. Olivia pushed the dildo into him more gently than Roy had been expecting, but he still gasped as the girth became apparent. He took in a few deep rasping breaths.
“You all right, Mustang?” Olivia asked, grabbing his hips.
“Yeah. Fuck me. I need you to move,” he pleaded.
Olivia obliged him, her gentleness fading which each thrust. Roy started pumping into Riza again, driven into her by the force of Olivia’s thrusts. The three part symphony of moans and cries rose and fell in pitch. Olivia caressed Roy’s jewels in time with his thrusts until he finally let go, shuddering his way over the cliff with a low, long groan. Neither women let him collapse quite that easily, keeping him pinned between them until they reached their own peaks.
After pitching out the condom, Roy snuggled into the bedding. Riza cuddled up with him while Olivia went to put the strap-on in the bathroom. She came back and collapsed back down on the bed.
“That was fun,” Olivia said. “He was worth including. Now I have more reason to not let you win, tomorrow, Hawkeye.”
“And I have just as much reason to not let you win,” she replied.
“You’re fighting over me again.” Roy closed his eyes. “So hot.”
“Or I could just let you have him,” Olivia said and he pouted before drifting off to sleep.
X X X
“Look at Hawkeye run,” Havoc said, shielding his eyes from the sun.
“She is so intent on this competition,” Breda replied. “Colonel? You okay? You can barely stay awake for this.”
“Rough night,” Roy mumbled, trying to wake up and watch the women fight over him. They might call it something else, but he knew the truth.
“Is it wrong to think this is hot?” Havoc asked. “I know it’s Hawkeye and the general but still.”
“Havoc!” Fuery stared at him.
“It would only be wrong if we didn’t find it a little hot,” Roy replied. “Just keep in mind either of them would kill you if they heard you say that.”
“I wonder who’ll win,” Falman said.
Roy knew no matter which woman won, he’d end up the ultimate winner and that was fine by him.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer all rights belong to Arakawa sensei
Rating NC 17
Characters/Pairing Olivia/Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers some time early on in the series, no spoilers unless you don’t’ know who Olivia is.
Word Count 2,415
Warning pegging, F/F sex, polyamorous sex
Summary They’re all too competitive for their own good.
Author’s Note written for
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist; Olivia/Roy/Riza (any combo): Conflicts and Challenges : I am no prize to be won. Thanks to seatbeltdrivein for the beta.XXX
“I’m so looking forward to this,” Roy cackled, kicking his feet up on the desk.
Riza’s eyebrows rose. “Sir?”
“We keep getting pulled to Briggs for training and Olivia inevitably humiliates me. Now they’re coming here and it’s my turn.” He smirked, gesturing to the sun outside the window.
“Your team could still lose, you know.”
He flipped a hand at her. “It’s summer. It’s close to a hundred degrees out there. They’ll melt.”
“It would be good to finally win.” Riza smiled, tapping her pen against her clipboard. “I’ll get the team drilling in anticipation.”
“Don’t use the whip too much, Hawkeye.” Roy wagged a finger at her. “Havoc and Breda will dig their heels in.”
“I know how to handle them, sir.” She slapped her clipboard against his boots. “Feet off the desk.”
“I’m the commanding officer. I’ll do what I want.”
“Yes, sir.” Riza headed back to her desk. She ran a hand through Hayate’s fur, causing the dog to stir from the side of her desk. “Go get him, boy.”
She tried not to smile at Roy’s outraged wailing as she went back to work.
XXX
“This is ridiculous,” Havoc rasped.
“If you mean the sheer amount of perspiration rolling off of you or the accompanying stink, then I agree,” Breda replied.
“How the hell are the Briggs men beating us?” Havoc panted, holding his sides.
“I’ve been wondering that myself. Surely we can put up a better fight than this,” Roy said, glowering at his men.
“We’re beating them in some of the challenges,” Fuery said, trying to be upbeat.
“Not on the hardest ones. They should be melting by now,” Roy said.
“Havoc is,” Riza deadpanned and both men glared at her. “Cheer up, sir. General Armstrong would like to speak with you tonight about tomorrow’s games. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll cancel them.”
“I’ve a better chance of getting hit by lightning and I don’t want her to quit. I want to beat her. Everyone go home and get a good night’s rest.” Roy ordered. “Havoc, you might want to consider the effects of smoking on your ability to run.”
Havoc rolled his eyes. Roy sighed. “This should have been an easy win.”
XXX
Roy entered the hotel suite with Riza in tow, a good amount of swagger in his step. He'd be damned if he let Olivia know that he was worried about losing. “Evening, General,” he said, walking past her at the door into a palatial suite. His eyebrows rose.
“Don’t you start! My parents reserved this for me. It wasn't my idea,” Olivia grumbled.
“They have good taste.”
“They seem to think I’m a little girl who still needs coddling,” she grumbled.
“I doubt there is anyone in the world who thinks that,” Roy assured her. “So did you call me here to give up?”
“Hawkeye, did he fall on his head on the way here?” Olivia indicated for them both to take a seat at the suite's dining table.
“He's just very hopeful, ma'am,” Riza replied. “He's also very much hopeful no one is quitting. He plans on winning.”
A feral grin slid across Olivia's face. “Now that's what I want to hear. I'm looking forward to pulling your team apart, Mustang. You as a slave for a weekend has appeal.”
“I don't recall that being part of this exercise, Olivia,” he chuffed.
“Maybe it should be. The commander of whomever's team loses becomes the slave of the other for the weekend.”
“Colonel, I'd caution against this,” Riza said with the air of someone who already knew the words were wasted.
“Just what kind of slavery are we talking?” Roy asked, leaning forward. His hands splayed on the table.
“Whatever the other can think up,” Olivia replied.
He sat back. “Hmm… maybe that would be a very bad idea. I'm not so sure I’d like to rest my freedom on the backs of my men.” Roy glanced around the room. “Speaking of which, where is Miles?”
“Haranguing the men, I should imagine. We did lose to you more than I'd like,” she said, taking the wine bottle off the table. “Would you like some?”
“Yes, please. Riza?” Roy glanced back at her.
“I'm fine, sir.”
“Have some. It'll finish the bottle,” Olivia said, taking two more glasses off the tray. Riza didn't protest further. “All right, Mustang, how about we devise a test for us two to decide who gets to be the slave of the other.”
His nose wrinkled as he reached for the glass. “I almost said I don't like competing against women, but then I remembered who I am talking to.”
“I'd break you in two in just about any contest you care to name, Mustang,” Olivia assured him, swirling the wine around her glass.
“I'd be more interested in seeing you and Hawkeye competing, but she'd shoot me for being sexist then give what's left for you to run through with those swords of yours.”
“I think your adjutant isn't quite in my league, Mustang.”
Hawkeye stiffened. “I wouldn't wager on that,” she said, then belatedly added, “Ma'am.”
Olivia's pale eyebrows rose. “Oh? What sort of contest did you have in mind, lieutenant?”
“It's my turn to warn you not to get sucked into this, Hawkeye,” Roy said half heartedly, his mind already turning over the idea of two fit blond beauties, oiled up, mostly naked, racing each other over the glistening desert sand. The idea that this would not in any way be the contest failed to diminish his fantasy.
“I suggest a triathlon, a shooting competition, followed by a five kilometer run, then a swim out to the little island in the middle of White Rabbit Lake,” Riza said, her jaw setting. Roy’s eyes glazed over at the mention of swimming.
Olivia grinned. “Watch out, Mustang. I might have her transferred to my command. I like the lieutenant's style.”
“You'll have to fight me for her. My command can't do without her,” Roy replied.
“Thank you, sir.”
“So what is the prize for the winner? I'm not too sure I want to be left to your whims, lieutenant,” Olivia said. “You're tough.”
“I'm not sure.” Riza rubbed her chin.
“We get Mustang for the weekend. He's enjoying this too much,” Olivia said.
“I'm not sure that will work, ma'am. He does outrank me,” Riza replied.
“And it might be a punishment inflicting him on you, but he'll do it if a general tells him to.”
“Ordering him around does sound appealing.” Riza grinned in a way that made Roy distinctly squirmy.
“I am not a prize to be won,” Roy protested.
Riza laughed. “No one believes that.”
“It would help if you weren't so obviously turned on.” Olivia waved a hand at him. “Hawkeye and I can see you thinking, ‘I want these two women to strip down and do all sorts of things to me. Let's make it a competition to see who can get me off the best’.”
“She's right, sir,” Riza said as Roy's cheeks stained pink.
“I would not be opposed to that idea,” he replied, trying to recover his decorum.
“We're not surprised,” Olivia said. “What makes you think you're enough man for the both of us, or that we wouldn't have more fun on our own, your lieutenant and I?”
He flashed a toothy grin. “I’m pretty sure you won't.”
“We can put that to the test.” Olivia stood up, leaning over the table to kiss Riza, who jumped. “Hmm, or maybe not.”
“Sorry, didn’t think you actually meant it,” Riza stammered.
“Riza,” Roy said lowly.
“Don’t worry, Mustang. I wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do,” Olivia said.
“I’m just a bit stunned that you’d want me or the colonel as lovers,” Riza said, her eyes sweeping over Olivia.
“Mustang is a bit on the small side, but I hear he has promise,” Olivia said. “I can tell you do.” She moved in for another kiss. Riza met this one with more heat.
Roy pushed back from the table. “This, I could get use to.”
“Be good or I’ll put you outside,” Olivia said, taking Riza’s hand. She led her toward the bed.
“It’ll be like trying to put out a reluctant cat, lots of screaming and clawing,” Riza said and the general laughed.
Olivia kissed Riza again, her deft fingers opening the buttons to Riza’s blouse. Roy kicked off his boots before following them into the bedroom. He was devoid of jacket and shirt by the time he got there.
“Such an eager man,” Olivia said, thumbing Riza’s nipple through her bra.
“He always is,” Riza said.
“You poor thing. I really could take you with me.”
“If it’s all the same, I’ll stay where I’m at,” Riza replied, easing out of Olivia’s grasp. “But what are we going to do about him?”
“Oh, I have some toys for him,” Olivia said.
Roy grinned. “I sure hope so.”
“Provided, of course, that I even decide to let him play. Teaching him patience and manners might be a good thing.” Olivia took off her shirt.
“Rather a waste of time. It’s been tried,” Riza said, cupping one of the taller woman’s breasts and kissing the pale flesh.
Roy undid his zipper, stroking himself as he watched the two women kiss and fondle each other.
Olivia slid a hand past Riza's waist band. “He still thinks he's joining in.”
“That's his best quality. He's ever hopeful,” Riza replied, breathlessly.
“You'll enjoy me,” he said, giving his hardening cock a languid caress.
“Get over here, Mustang,” Olivia ordered. Roy didn't need to be told twice. Olivia took him in hand and stroked him. “Hmmm, you definitely do have promise. You can get naked.”
Roy smirked. “Knew you wouldn't say no.”
Olivia huffed then ran a finger along Riza's cheek. “How you live with him, I'll never know.”
“Years of practice.” Riza slipped out of her pants.
“You have on too much clothing, Olivia,” Roy said, running a hand along her waist.
“Hawkeye, entertain him for a moment while I get a little something for this party,” Olivia said, turning to root around in the dresser. “Mustang, I have a tin of condoms in the bathroom. Go fetch one.”
Roy opened his mouth as if to say something smarmy, then thought better of it. He retrieved the condoms and came back into the bedroom to find Riza naked and ready for him on the bed. He stumbled out of his pants and joined her. He ran the tip of his tongue down her belly, then dipped lower to dance it over her clit.
“He doesn't waste time,” Olivia laughed.
“I like that about him,” Riza panted.
“I've got that little toy for you, Mustang, if you think you're able to handle me.” Olivia held up an impressive dildo that was part of her strap-on.
He stopped what he was doing, raising his head, his eyes wide. “That is...”
“Too much for you?” She grinned.
“I guess you're going to find out,” he volleyed back.
“I was hoping you'd say that.” Olivia put the device on, then got a tube of lubricant. She bent down to plant a kiss on Riza’s shoulder.
Roy moved over so she could join them on the bed. Riza welcomed another kiss from the general, her hand cupping Olivia’s heavy breast. Roy smiled again, obviously content to watch them kiss. Olivia pressed Riza back against the mattress then moved back giving Roy’s hip a light slap. He didn’t need further urging. Riza shifted to the side, getting the tin for him.
Roy slid one on as Riza sucked on the skin of his neck. He pushed her back, their bodies melding with practiced ease. Olivia watched them, flittering touches over their heated skin. Roy paused, buried deep inside of Riza, holding a hand out to Olivia. She moved closer, not looking interested in snuggling first.
She ran a slicked finger along the cleft of his ass as he pumped into Riza. “Think you’re ready for me?” She pressed a finger into him.
“I’m ready,” Roy rasped.
Riza wrapped her arms around his shoulder, taking him in deeper, bracing him against her body as Olivia got into position. Olivia pushed the dildo into him more gently than Roy had been expecting, but he still gasped as the girth became apparent. He took in a few deep rasping breaths.
“You all right, Mustang?” Olivia asked, grabbing his hips.
“Yeah. Fuck me. I need you to move,” he pleaded.
Olivia obliged him, her gentleness fading which each thrust. Roy started pumping into Riza again, driven into her by the force of Olivia’s thrusts. The three part symphony of moans and cries rose and fell in pitch. Olivia caressed Roy’s jewels in time with his thrusts until he finally let go, shuddering his way over the cliff with a low, long groan. Neither women let him collapse quite that easily, keeping him pinned between them until they reached their own peaks.
After pitching out the condom, Roy snuggled into the bedding. Riza cuddled up with him while Olivia went to put the strap-on in the bathroom. She came back and collapsed back down on the bed.
“That was fun,” Olivia said. “He was worth including. Now I have more reason to not let you win, tomorrow, Hawkeye.”
“And I have just as much reason to not let you win,” she replied.
“You’re fighting over me again.” Roy closed his eyes. “So hot.”
“Or I could just let you have him,” Olivia said and he pouted before drifting off to sleep.
X X X
“Look at Hawkeye run,” Havoc said, shielding his eyes from the sun.
“She is so intent on this competition,” Breda replied. “Colonel? You okay? You can barely stay awake for this.”
“Rough night,” Roy mumbled, trying to wake up and watch the women fight over him. They might call it something else, but he knew the truth.
“Is it wrong to think this is hot?” Havoc asked. “I know it’s Hawkeye and the general but still.”
“Havoc!” Fuery stared at him.
“It would only be wrong if we didn’t find it a little hot,” Roy replied. “Just keep in mind either of them would kill you if they heard you say that.”
“I wonder who’ll win,” Falman said.
Roy knew no matter which woman won, he’d end up the ultimate winner and that was fine by him.
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Date: 2011-02-09 04:02 pm (UTC)It's amazing.:D
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Date: 2011-02-09 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-10 02:50 am (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2011-02-11 05:26 am (UTC)I don't care for roy/olivia alone (because I can't imagine him without his hawkeye), but stick olivia in with roy and riza and it becomes absolutely delicious; great fic : )
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Date: 2011-02-11 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 10:34 pm (UTC)Well well done...I love Olivier/Olivia with Roy and adding Riza made it even hotter ^_^
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:18 am (UTC)