Fic - Homecoming
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cornerofmadnessHomecoming
D M Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating – NC-17 (not worksafe)
Time Line – manga verse, as soon as they come back from Ishbal, spoilers…none if you know who all was in the desert
Pairing – Maes/Gracia
Summary – Maes is finally home from the war and he can’t wait to show Gracia how much he’s missed her.
Author’s Note – written for Maes’ Month at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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evil_little_dog and mjules for the beta
“How am I ever going to find her out there?” Maes’ long nose pressed to the dirty glass of the train window.
“We’ve been sitting at the station for a half hour already,” Roy replied, casting his gaze over to Riza who sat next to Maes, white-faced and sweating from the pain of her wounds. He scowled. “It’s inhumane.”
Maes could barely tear his eyes away from the window to look back at his companions. He knew Riza had been badly hurt at the end of the war, just before they were to be sent home, even if he didn’t know all the details of how she sustained her burnt back. What Maes did know was that if Roy wanted to pretend Riza was nothing more to him than the daughter of his alchemy mentor, he’d better learn to hide his emotions better. Under his obvious worry for Riza, the nineteen year old looked more like he was in his forties, eyes dull, surrounded with bruised, puffy flesh. Maes doubted he, himself, looked any better. What would Gracia think when she saw him? “They’ll let us go soon,” he mumbled, hoping it was true. He had to get out in that crowd and find his beloved. It had been too many long, ugly months.
“They want us to attend a welcome home dinner after a debriefing,” Riza reminded them weakly, pain etched into every word. “It’ll take all night.”
Maes deflated at the thought. He’d rather be hung by his gonads than suffer through an endless official meeting.
“You should have them just send you to the infirmary, Riza. You’re in no condition to be anywhere else,” Roy fretted, his gloved hand resting on her knee.
“He makes a good point,” Maes said just before a whoop went up in the train cars. His citrine eyes brightened. “Guess they’re letting us off.”
“You stay between me and Maes, Riza,” Roy ordered gently. “I don’t want anyone to run into your back.”
Maes saw her open her mouth to protest then give up with a weary nod. Eventually, they shuffled to the outside world. His heart fell as he saw the virtual sea of people. There was no way he’d ever find Gracia unless he went on a massive search. Maes didn’t want to leave Riza unprotected in such a crush of humanity. He noticed suddenly that Roy was doing something Maes had never seen him do. Mustang had his pocket watch out, bouncing it in his gloved hand. It was then that Maes realized why. The sparkling watch was clearing a path. The news had carried to the world of what alchemists could do and no one wanted a part of that apparently.
“Maes!”
Hughes flailed about, looking for the owner of those dulcet tones. He spotted Gracia pushing through the crowds. She elbowed a large man who nearly cut her off. ‘That’s my girl’ he thought proudly and waved his arms. “Gracia! Over here!”
Glancing back over his shoulder at Maes, Roy cocked up an eyebrow. “Such decorum.”
“To hell with that.” Maes opened his arms wide, catching Gracia as she leapt on him. Crushing her to him, Maes kissed her deeply until getting air became a problem. Gently setting her down, he gazed into her green eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t so emotional that he was in danger of crying. “You are so beautiful. I didn’t know I could miss anyone so much.”
“I missed you. I worried more than I knew possible and now you’re back.” Tears trickled down her face. “You’re really back.”
“To stay, baby,” Maes assured her, hoping it was true.
She moved close to him again, resting her cheek on his chest for a moment then looked past him. Gracia pulled away, touching her hair as if to assure herself she was presentable. “You must be Roy Mustang.” She smiled. “Maes has told me so much about you.”
Roy smiled back. “Gracia, Maes most assuredly did not lie when he told me how lovely you are. You’re even more beautiful than your pictures. This is our friend, Riza Hawkeye.” He swept a hand toward Riza before extending it out to Gracia to shake her hand. Gracia yelped and pulled back. Roy grimaced. “I’m sorry. I forget I’m wearing them.” He peeled off the rough static gloves and took her hand. “I’m very glad to meet you at last.”
“Same here. Nice to meet you, too, Miss Hawkeye.” Gracia shot the other woman a sympathetic look, recognizing a person in pain.
Riza smiled. “Captain Hughes talks so much about you. I’m glad to have finally met you.”
“Mustang! Hughes! Hawkeye!” Gran’s voice boomed over the noise. “You have all of tomorrow to socialize. There are things to do today. Let’s get moving.”
“I’m sorry.” Maes wanted so much to disobey a direct order and stay with her but what good would it do him?
Gracia darted in for a final kiss. “Don’t get in trouble. I’ll be waiting. Tomorrow will be ours.”
“Hold that thought.” Maes grinned and followed his friends along to their debriefing.
X X X
Maes had debated the best way to handle seeing Gracia again but couldn’t decide if he should take her out on a real date or just stay home and catch up. If they went out, did they go to the theatre? Shopping? Just dinner? Eventually he gave up and settled for seeing her and letting Gracia make the decision. All he really wanted was to breathe the same air as she did, to drink in the sight, scent and sound of her. Nothing else mattered other than he was finally home. Just being in her orbit made the mental anguish that was Ishbal recede. If he was lucky, he would be in Central for some time.
Maes found the confectionary shop Gracia worked at and lived over. Maybe he should have brought flowers, since when she worked all day with candy he doubted she would want any sweets. Casting about for a floral shop, Maes heard his name being called. Looking up, he saw her on the cast iron balcony. “Gracia!” Maes felt like he could leap right up there in a single bound.
“Around back.” She gestured broadly. “You’ll see the steps.”
Maes raced around the building and saw the white painted wooden staircase. He leapt up the steps three at a time, his long legs carrying him to the top. Gracia had the door open, yanking him inside and slamming the door behind him. He didn’t get to even say hello before her lips sealed over his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as her hands tore his shirt open, buttons pulling free. Stroking along the coarse hair over his belly, she broke the kiss. “Gracia, I…”
“Talk later,” she said hoarsely, fumbling with his belt.
Maes saw the wisdom of not arguing as Gracia rapped him back against the door. As his finger skimmed up her back, shocked that she had opted not to wear a bra, his sharp eyes scanned the room for something more comfortable than doing it against the rough wood of the door. The way Gracia ground against his hard flesh didn’t make that an easy task. Spying the ugly floral patterned battered couch, Maes lifted her up, carrying her backwards, his trousers slipping around on his hips.
A minor collision with the arm of the couch spilled them down onto the soft cushions. Gracia slipped his glasses off, tossing them to the coffee table before yanking his trousers down. Maes levered himself up off of her so he could kick his shoes off and step out of his clothes. He fished the condom out of his pants pocket, regretting he hadn’t thought to pack the whole box. Sitting up on the couch, Gracia wiggled out of her shirt. Looking up at him with the heat of an Ishbalan summer’s day, she took hold of his cock, planting a kiss on the tip of it.
“Gracia,” he stuttered out, losing hold of whatever thought he might have been forming.
Grinning, she held a finger to his lips then slithered out of her skirt. His eyes widened, seeing no panties either. Slowly it sank in that all the curtains in the apartment were closed, too. There was only one thing Gracia had planned for the day and it something the neighbors didn’t need to see. Her fingers ran up his arm then down, closing on his wrist.
Maes let Gracia draw him down to her. His mouth met hers as one hand glided up her thigh. Slick and warm, she sighed into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside her. Gracia bucked against him, groaning as his finger made little ‘come hither’ movements inside of her. “Maes, need you now,” she said, her voice a smoky growl as her fingernails bit into his back. “Condom?”
Maes felt almost shocked that he still had it in his other hand. Gracia snatched it from him, tearing into the packaging. He helped her ease the prophylactic over him and that was the last careful thing they did. They came together with the fury of a storm, all the emotions of being apart tossing them about. Bodies clashed and thrust, writhing until a too quick release. Too high passions and too much time apart played against them.
Maes felt almost like he should apologize for spending so quickly but Gracia didn’t give him a chance. The way her tongue danced over his sweaty skin informed him she was far from through with him.
X X X
Maes was impressed with what Gracia had learned of her confectionary craft while he was in the desert, namely the perfect temperature for melted chocolate to touch skin without hurting. Smudges of it still decorated her heavy breasts and rouged her lips. Streaks of dark chocolate ran the length of his now-flaccid and very well used cock. Maes wasn’t even sure how or when they had completed their sexual journey through her apartment in the kitchen but it was definitely his new favorite room.
Gracia licked her lips. “Best part of chocolate is always the liquid filling.”
“My girl’s so nasty.” Maes grinned, rolling up on one elbow. He found a long, phallic, brightly colored lollipop stuck to his shoulder. Smirking, he tugged it free and gave it a long lick, remembering where it had been last he had seen it. The candy still tasted like Gracia.
She stretched out alongside him. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re complaining.”
He put the lollipop down and slipped his arms around her. “Not in the least. Do you have any ideas where I lost my glasses?”
“Not a clue.” Gracia laughed.
Maes traced the pattern of the linoleum with a finger. “So…just how sound proof is it between here and the shop below.”
“Since I work there, I’m hoping very.” Gracia blushed just a little, brushing his damp hair back off his forehead.
“All those poor traumatized kids.” Maes squinted at her, noticing a sober change in her expression. “Gracia? What’s wrong?”
“I just noticed this.” Her finger traced the scar on his forehead.
“Oh, that. Shrapnel,” he said casually, his fingers tangling with hers against his marred skin. “It was just a scratch.”
“A scratch?” Gracia’s voice went shrill. “You got hit in the head.”
“It wasn’t anything, honestly, Gracia,” Maes said soothingly, hearing the distress mounting in her voice.
“I could have lost you.” A violent quake hit her and Maes pulled her close against him. Gracia buried her face against his neck. “I knew it was dangerous…I just kept telling myself you would come home.”
“And I did,” he whispered, caressing her back. “Shhh, baby, I’m all right. I promise. It takes a lot more than that to kill me.”
“Promise?” she asked against the hot skin of his neck.
“You have my word.”
Her trembling quelled. She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry…it just hit me how much I had to lose.”
“But you didn’t and I’m home now. We are going to have a long life together,” he said then slowly realized that sounded very much like a proposal.
“I’d like that.”
“Me, too.” Maes felt a little relieved that Gracia didn’t seem to notice it as such. As much as he liked the idea of proposing, he didn’t want to do it on the kitchen floor naked and sticky with candy and bodily fluids.
“I’m all tacky.” Gracia sighed softly, stirring in his arms. “I need a shower.”
They exchanged glances, their expression brightening.
“Thinking what I’m thinking?” Maes asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m not sure we’ll both fit in that tiny shower but we can sure try,” Gracia replied.
There would be a time for coherent thought, talking, eating and sleeping but Maes decided this wasn’t that time. All the heart to heart stuff he craved could wait for later. For now Maes was content to let her chase him to the shower, both of them giggling like crazy.
D M Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating – NC-17 (not worksafe)
Time Line – manga verse, as soon as they come back from Ishbal, spoilers…none if you know who all was in the desert
Pairing – Maes/Gracia
Summary – Maes is finally home from the war and he can’t wait to show Gracia how much he’s missed her.
Author’s Note – written for Maes’ Month at
fma_fuh_q thanks to evil_little_dog and mjules for the beta“How am I ever going to find her out there?” Maes’ long nose pressed to the dirty glass of the train window.
“We’ve been sitting at the station for a half hour already,” Roy replied, casting his gaze over to Riza who sat next to Maes, white-faced and sweating from the pain of her wounds. He scowled. “It’s inhumane.”
Maes could barely tear his eyes away from the window to look back at his companions. He knew Riza had been badly hurt at the end of the war, just before they were to be sent home, even if he didn’t know all the details of how she sustained her burnt back. What Maes did know was that if Roy wanted to pretend Riza was nothing more to him than the daughter of his alchemy mentor, he’d better learn to hide his emotions better. Under his obvious worry for Riza, the nineteen year old looked more like he was in his forties, eyes dull, surrounded with bruised, puffy flesh. Maes doubted he, himself, looked any better. What would Gracia think when she saw him? “They’ll let us go soon,” he mumbled, hoping it was true. He had to get out in that crowd and find his beloved. It had been too many long, ugly months.
“They want us to attend a welcome home dinner after a debriefing,” Riza reminded them weakly, pain etched into every word. “It’ll take all night.”
Maes deflated at the thought. He’d rather be hung by his gonads than suffer through an endless official meeting.
“You should have them just send you to the infirmary, Riza. You’re in no condition to be anywhere else,” Roy fretted, his gloved hand resting on her knee.
“He makes a good point,” Maes said just before a whoop went up in the train cars. His citrine eyes brightened. “Guess they’re letting us off.”
“You stay between me and Maes, Riza,” Roy ordered gently. “I don’t want anyone to run into your back.”
Maes saw her open her mouth to protest then give up with a weary nod. Eventually, they shuffled to the outside world. His heart fell as he saw the virtual sea of people. There was no way he’d ever find Gracia unless he went on a massive search. Maes didn’t want to leave Riza unprotected in such a crush of humanity. He noticed suddenly that Roy was doing something Maes had never seen him do. Mustang had his pocket watch out, bouncing it in his gloved hand. It was then that Maes realized why. The sparkling watch was clearing a path. The news had carried to the world of what alchemists could do and no one wanted a part of that apparently.
“Maes!”
Hughes flailed about, looking for the owner of those dulcet tones. He spotted Gracia pushing through the crowds. She elbowed a large man who nearly cut her off. ‘That’s my girl’ he thought proudly and waved his arms. “Gracia! Over here!”
Glancing back over his shoulder at Maes, Roy cocked up an eyebrow. “Such decorum.”
“To hell with that.” Maes opened his arms wide, catching Gracia as she leapt on him. Crushing her to him, Maes kissed her deeply until getting air became a problem. Gently setting her down, he gazed into her green eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t so emotional that he was in danger of crying. “You are so beautiful. I didn’t know I could miss anyone so much.”
“I missed you. I worried more than I knew possible and now you’re back.” Tears trickled down her face. “You’re really back.”
“To stay, baby,” Maes assured her, hoping it was true.
She moved close to him again, resting her cheek on his chest for a moment then looked past him. Gracia pulled away, touching her hair as if to assure herself she was presentable. “You must be Roy Mustang.” She smiled. “Maes has told me so much about you.”
Roy smiled back. “Gracia, Maes most assuredly did not lie when he told me how lovely you are. You’re even more beautiful than your pictures. This is our friend, Riza Hawkeye.” He swept a hand toward Riza before extending it out to Gracia to shake her hand. Gracia yelped and pulled back. Roy grimaced. “I’m sorry. I forget I’m wearing them.” He peeled off the rough static gloves and took her hand. “I’m very glad to meet you at last.”
“Same here. Nice to meet you, too, Miss Hawkeye.” Gracia shot the other woman a sympathetic look, recognizing a person in pain.
Riza smiled. “Captain Hughes talks so much about you. I’m glad to have finally met you.”
“Mustang! Hughes! Hawkeye!” Gran’s voice boomed over the noise. “You have all of tomorrow to socialize. There are things to do today. Let’s get moving.”
“I’m sorry.” Maes wanted so much to disobey a direct order and stay with her but what good would it do him?
Gracia darted in for a final kiss. “Don’t get in trouble. I’ll be waiting. Tomorrow will be ours.”
“Hold that thought.” Maes grinned and followed his friends along to their debriefing.
X X X
Maes had debated the best way to handle seeing Gracia again but couldn’t decide if he should take her out on a real date or just stay home and catch up. If they went out, did they go to the theatre? Shopping? Just dinner? Eventually he gave up and settled for seeing her and letting Gracia make the decision. All he really wanted was to breathe the same air as she did, to drink in the sight, scent and sound of her. Nothing else mattered other than he was finally home. Just being in her orbit made the mental anguish that was Ishbal recede. If he was lucky, he would be in Central for some time.
Maes found the confectionary shop Gracia worked at and lived over. Maybe he should have brought flowers, since when she worked all day with candy he doubted she would want any sweets. Casting about for a floral shop, Maes heard his name being called. Looking up, he saw her on the cast iron balcony. “Gracia!” Maes felt like he could leap right up there in a single bound.
“Around back.” She gestured broadly. “You’ll see the steps.”
Maes raced around the building and saw the white painted wooden staircase. He leapt up the steps three at a time, his long legs carrying him to the top. Gracia had the door open, yanking him inside and slamming the door behind him. He didn’t get to even say hello before her lips sealed over his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as her hands tore his shirt open, buttons pulling free. Stroking along the coarse hair over his belly, she broke the kiss. “Gracia, I…”
“Talk later,” she said hoarsely, fumbling with his belt.
Maes saw the wisdom of not arguing as Gracia rapped him back against the door. As his finger skimmed up her back, shocked that she had opted not to wear a bra, his sharp eyes scanned the room for something more comfortable than doing it against the rough wood of the door. The way Gracia ground against his hard flesh didn’t make that an easy task. Spying the ugly floral patterned battered couch, Maes lifted her up, carrying her backwards, his trousers slipping around on his hips.
A minor collision with the arm of the couch spilled them down onto the soft cushions. Gracia slipped his glasses off, tossing them to the coffee table before yanking his trousers down. Maes levered himself up off of her so he could kick his shoes off and step out of his clothes. He fished the condom out of his pants pocket, regretting he hadn’t thought to pack the whole box. Sitting up on the couch, Gracia wiggled out of her shirt. Looking up at him with the heat of an Ishbalan summer’s day, she took hold of his cock, planting a kiss on the tip of it.
“Gracia,” he stuttered out, losing hold of whatever thought he might have been forming.
Grinning, she held a finger to his lips then slithered out of her skirt. His eyes widened, seeing no panties either. Slowly it sank in that all the curtains in the apartment were closed, too. There was only one thing Gracia had planned for the day and it something the neighbors didn’t need to see. Her fingers ran up his arm then down, closing on his wrist.
Maes let Gracia draw him down to her. His mouth met hers as one hand glided up her thigh. Slick and warm, she sighed into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside her. Gracia bucked against him, groaning as his finger made little ‘come hither’ movements inside of her. “Maes, need you now,” she said, her voice a smoky growl as her fingernails bit into his back. “Condom?”
Maes felt almost shocked that he still had it in his other hand. Gracia snatched it from him, tearing into the packaging. He helped her ease the prophylactic over him and that was the last careful thing they did. They came together with the fury of a storm, all the emotions of being apart tossing them about. Bodies clashed and thrust, writhing until a too quick release. Too high passions and too much time apart played against them.
Maes felt almost like he should apologize for spending so quickly but Gracia didn’t give him a chance. The way her tongue danced over his sweaty skin informed him she was far from through with him.
X X X
Maes was impressed with what Gracia had learned of her confectionary craft while he was in the desert, namely the perfect temperature for melted chocolate to touch skin without hurting. Smudges of it still decorated her heavy breasts and rouged her lips. Streaks of dark chocolate ran the length of his now-flaccid and very well used cock. Maes wasn’t even sure how or when they had completed their sexual journey through her apartment in the kitchen but it was definitely his new favorite room.
Gracia licked her lips. “Best part of chocolate is always the liquid filling.”
“My girl’s so nasty.” Maes grinned, rolling up on one elbow. He found a long, phallic, brightly colored lollipop stuck to his shoulder. Smirking, he tugged it free and gave it a long lick, remembering where it had been last he had seen it. The candy still tasted like Gracia.
She stretched out alongside him. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re complaining.”
He put the lollipop down and slipped his arms around her. “Not in the least. Do you have any ideas where I lost my glasses?”
“Not a clue.” Gracia laughed.
Maes traced the pattern of the linoleum with a finger. “So…just how sound proof is it between here and the shop below.”
“Since I work there, I’m hoping very.” Gracia blushed just a little, brushing his damp hair back off his forehead.
“All those poor traumatized kids.” Maes squinted at her, noticing a sober change in her expression. “Gracia? What’s wrong?”
“I just noticed this.” Her finger traced the scar on his forehead.
“Oh, that. Shrapnel,” he said casually, his fingers tangling with hers against his marred skin. “It was just a scratch.”
“A scratch?” Gracia’s voice went shrill. “You got hit in the head.”
“It wasn’t anything, honestly, Gracia,” Maes said soothingly, hearing the distress mounting in her voice.
“I could have lost you.” A violent quake hit her and Maes pulled her close against him. Gracia buried her face against his neck. “I knew it was dangerous…I just kept telling myself you would come home.”
“And I did,” he whispered, caressing her back. “Shhh, baby, I’m all right. I promise. It takes a lot more than that to kill me.”
“Promise?” she asked against the hot skin of his neck.
“You have my word.”
Her trembling quelled. She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry…it just hit me how much I had to lose.”
“But you didn’t and I’m home now. We are going to have a long life together,” he said then slowly realized that sounded very much like a proposal.
“I’d like that.”
“Me, too.” Maes felt a little relieved that Gracia didn’t seem to notice it as such. As much as he liked the idea of proposing, he didn’t want to do it on the kitchen floor naked and sticky with candy and bodily fluids.
“I’m all tacky.” Gracia sighed softly, stirring in his arms. “I need a shower.”
They exchanged glances, their expression brightening.
“Thinking what I’m thinking?” Maes asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m not sure we’ll both fit in that tiny shower but we can sure try,” Gracia replied.
There would be a time for coherent thought, talking, eating and sleeping but Maes decided this wasn’t that time. All the heart to heart stuff he craved could wait for later. For now Maes was content to let her chase him to the shower, both of them giggling like crazy.
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