Fic - Born of Need and Fear - FMA
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cornerofmadnessBorn of Need and Fear
Boys Blue
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cornerofmadness (and mjules)
Disclaimer – So not mine, all right belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit made, just a lot of fun to be had
Rating – NC-17, not work safe
Warnings – sex toys in use
Pairing – Maes/Roy
Summary – Tensions involving nosy roommates and the prospect of going to war prompt Maes to get creative.
Author’s Note – written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30kisses project for prompt #10 - #10. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. If you’d like to read the rest of the series, here you go All the Boys Blues
“Are you sure about this?” Maes asked, looking at the concoction Roy was working on, his friend’s face distorted behind the array of glassware and rubber tubing.
“Your lab partner is an alchemist and you’re worried about the chemistry?” Roy gave him the evil eye.
“Yes! None of you are right in the head,” Maes replied and Roy snorted at him. “And why do I have to learn to make explosives? When will I ever be doing this?” He sounded vaguely disgusted.
“Guess we need to be well rounded,” Roy replied, with a disinterested shrug.
Maes snorted. “I’m not going into munitions.”
“So you hope.” Roy put in another chemical into the flask. “There, done.” He seemed highly pleased with himself.
Maes wrinkled his nose. “What do we do now?”
“It’s ready. Guess we pick a number and go outside to wait our turn to show our stuff,” Roy said, a wicked gleam in his eye. Terrified, Maes wondered just how potent Mustang made the explosive. Maes knew how his lover liked to show off.
“You carry it, Mustang.”
“Me? I’m the alchemist. I need my hands.” Roy wiggled his fingers. “You carry it, Maes.”
“Hey, I need my hands, too,” Maes protested.
Roy rolled his eyes. “For what?”
Maes leaned in and whispered, “You sure liked what they were doing to you last night in the woods!”
Roy flushed then stuck out his chin. “I’ll still take my chances with your digits,” he said, sailing off. He went to the T.A. and plucked a number out of a beaker. He made a face, not pleased with his draw. “Number ten.”
“Oh good, we get to sit around waiting with explosives at our side and you wait ever so well, my patient lab partner,” Maes said dryly.
Roy just flashed a smile that promised death later. He led the way outside to the demolition grounds. One of the benefits of getting done quickly, thanks to Roy’s chemical knowledge, was that they managed to snag a spot sitting and waiting under a shade tree.
“Heard your buddy, Kimbley, is helping to proctor this exercise,” Maes said, leaning against the trunk. “Guess it makes sense, given what his alchemy is.”
Roy nodded. “Yeah, but he’s not my buddy.”
The strange quality to Roy’s voice caught Maes’ attention. “Just a few weeks ago, all you could talk about was Kimbley,” he reminded Roy.
Mustang’s look suggested he hadn’t forgotten Maes’ jealousy. “Things changed. He kinda scares me.”
Maes startled at that then pushed his glasses up. “When you say that, it must be bad.”
Roy ran a hand through his hair. “He’s too powerful, Maes. You were right. I was getting carried away with it but watching him, living as his roommate, it’s worse than I thought. I don’t think his teacher taught him all this stuff. I think he might have stolen some of the man’s more advanced books or something.” Roy lowered his voice, looking about to be sure no one was around. “The scary part is, he understands it and uses it.”
“Could you do that, too, Roy?” Maes asked, folding his arms. “Do you think you could actually work with flames as young as you are?”
Roy mulled that over then nodded. “Yeah, and that’s the frightening part.”
“It terrifies me,” Maes replied honestly. Roy gave him a confused look, hearing his stressed tone. “My parents died in a fire.”
Roy had to fight to resist putting his arm around Maes. “You mentioned. I never thought about how my alchemy would be hard on you.”
Maes shrugged. “You never talk about the mechanics of it, mostly just about how it makes you happy. That’s not hard on me. Hell, if you mastered it, you could probably stop a house fire and save a family like mine,” he said wistfully.
Roy smiled. “Yeah, I think maybe I could. I’m sure I could do a lot of good with my alchemy. That’s what it’s for.”
“You ready, Mustang?” Kimbley’s voice cut in. He gave them a sly, knowing look that Maes didn’t like.
“We’re number ten. We’ll be here all afternoon,” Roy grumbled.
Kimbley looked back at the gathering class. “Well, you should fare well, Mustang. Better hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Roy snorted. “As if there’s a chance.”
Kimbley smirked then moved off, hearing the instructor calling his name. Maes and Roy settled in and did their best not to get deafened as teams one through nine completed their experiments. Maes let Roy handle the detonation of their experiment and was grateful he had. He was in no way prepared for the sheer size of the explosion. Their instructor praised them profusely but all Maes could see was Kimbley’s proud smirk. Oh, how he hated that this young man shared a room with Roy and could work his influence over him. Nothing good would come of it.
X X X
“You two look busy,” Kimbley said, coming into the room.
Roy looked up from where he was studying on his bed. Maes was at Roy’s desk, pouring over the chemistry book.
“Helping Hughes with tomorrow’s test,” Roy replied, glad the study break of heavy kissing had ended several minutes before. That was all either was willing to do in the room. Kimbley, unlike Maes’ roomie, was sharp. He wouldn’t miss the distinctive odor of sex. “It’s not as intuitive for him as it is for us.”
Maes made a face at that slight.
Kimbley tossed himself on the bed. “I’m more worried about world history. Could Kandel be more boring?”
“No,” Maes said decisively then glanced up sharply. He stood, reaching over to bump up the volume on the radio. All three young men listened intently to the war news, bad things, as news often turned out to be.
“Looks like we’re all going to be spending time in the desert,” Kimbley said, a touch of glee in his tone. “You and I had better pass that State Alchemy exam sooner rather than later, Mustang.”
Roy eyed him sourly. “I’m sure we will…which probably means we’d get sent to the desert that much faster.”
“I know.” Kimbley rubbed his hands together then looked at them. “I was thinking of tattooing my array onto my hands. That should speed things up.”
“Oh!” Roy said. He had never thought of that. It sounded both scary and tantalizing. “Yes, I guess it would.” He caught Maes’ look and knew his lover was afraid of that idea, as well he should be.
“You should give it some thought, Mustang, for when you master your alchemy,” he added, getting up to get the world history book off the shelf.
Roy bristled at Kimbley’s condescending tone. “I will.” He wished Kimbley would take his book to the library but now such luck. He and Maes went back to studying chemistry with no hope of a ‘study break.’
X X X
Maes wondered if he knew what he was doing. Roy had been so excited about getting his new journal that Maes couldn’t help but buy him another gift, even though he had to catch a train to the next town on one of their off days to do it. He hadn’t ever been in a store like that before and he wasn’t sure what went on in Xing but when he had seen the gift, he knew Roy needed it. Of course, he had planned to keep it until their next break and they could go back to Bryony’s house for uninterrupted sex but the newscast had bothered him. Kimbley had been right. Sooner than they realized, they would all be in a war, more likely than not. If nothing else, he would be separated from Roy by graduation. He didn’t want to think about being separated by death.
He also didn’t want to imagine Roy with tattooed hands. He liked Roy’s strong hands and while he knew the military would turn them into instruments of death, Maes didn’t want their pale skin to be marred forever with the means of destruction. But could he tell Roy that? Would it upset him? Maes wished he knew. He longed to understand what drove alchemists. It wasn’t all power, that much he knew but that was the only part of it he comprehended. Maybe it was the mystery, the need to unravel the natural order of things. He could understand wanting to solve a mystery.
Of course, Mustang was nowhere to be found in public. This didn’t surprise Maes. So long as the other young man wasn’t in that god-awful lab, it would probably work to his advantage. The library was nearly empty by the time Maes found Roy in the basement stacks, half hidden in the musty old alchemy tomes. “There you are. Don’t you ever get bored with this stuff?” Maes asked, the smells of dust and mildew tickling his long nose.
“No,” Roy said distractedly, hauling a heavy book over to the rickety table he was working at.
“There’s only one way out of here, right?” Maes looked around in the stacks, trying to see if anyone was around, as unlikely as that was.
“Just the way you came in,” Roy said absently, not looking up.
“You alone?” Maes tried to keep his voice even in case Roy wasn’t.
Roy nodded, “For hours. Why?”
“Go alchemize that door shut, like you showed me,” Maes said, his voice husky.
“Huh?” Roy asked, his mind still obviously lost in the swirling patterns in his old books.
Maes went over and kissed him soundly, cupping Roy’s crotch possessively. “Just do it.”
“Oh!” Roy’s eyes went huge then he snatched up a piece of paper and pencil. Going to the door, he sketched an array to make sure the door sealed up tight. No one was going to barge in on them. Returning to Maes, Roy caught him in a demanding embrace. Lips met, teeth clicked as Roy tried to all but devour his lover.
“Well, at least I have your attention now.” Maes laughed against Roy’s lips.
“Sorry, you know how I get,” Roy said as Maes pulled away from him.
“Oh, how I know.” Maes shook his head ruefully as he dug in his pockets. “I brought a little something.” He took out a small vial of oil.
Roy’s eyebrows arched. “You want to try that…here?”
“You sealed us in,” Maes replied with a wicked smirk. He pulled Roy close again, slipping a hand down the back of Roy’s pants. He squeezed the taut muscle under his fingers.
Roy pointed to the table, rubbing up against Maes, their erections providing friction. “That thing won’t hold.”
Maes nibbled the strappy muscle of Roy’s neck, maneuvering him backwards into the stacks. “We could try it standing up.” Roy murmured his consent as Maes pressed him back against the shelving. Maes slipped Roy’s shirt up over his head. “Bought you a present. I was going to save it but…hearing that newscast, thinking about the future, I didn’t want to wait.”
Roy’s dark eyes saddened and he kissed Maes gently. “We are not going to die there,” he promised even though he knew he had little control over that. “I want to see my gift,” he added, flexing his hips against Maes.
Maes pulled back a bit and got his own shirt off, toeing off his boots at the same time. He dug in his pocket for the little velvet bag. “I’m not sure you’ll like it. I won’t be offended if you don’t. It’s a little…different.”
Roy gave him a curious look and fumbled with the bag as Maes unzipped Roy’s trousers, sliding them down. Executing a little graceful shimmy and kick, Roy had his clothes off. He shook the contents of the bag out while Maes had to force himself not to fondle Roy. If Maes got Roy too aroused, the ring wouldn’t be able to go on. Roy picked up the brass ring out of his palm and studied it. The Xingese craftsman had detailed a dragon into the circlet with an upswept tail that curved into a little club. “Is this what I think it is?”
“I’m not sure it could be anything else.” Maes laughed.
Roy gently fingered the clubbed tail. “Does this go…inside?” His eyes widened.
“They said it was supposed to be stimulating…I’m not sure what your Xing relatives get up to over there but it sounded interesting,” Maes said, nuzzling Roy’s neck. “Do you want to try it?”
Roy nodded and Maes took up his vial of oil. Lubricating the ring, he tenderly pushed the ring over Roy’s cock. Roy hissed as Maes eased the dragon’s tail inside his lover’s urethra.
“You okay?” Maes fretted. He didn’t want to use this if it hurt Roy.
Roy leaned against Maes, undoing the teen’s zipper. “I’m fine…just feels really different.” He massaged Maes’ cock as it rose up to meet him.
Maes kissed him quickly. “Good.” He stepped back and got his pants off then oiled up his hands. He stroked Roy’s cock with one hand as he inserted a finger inside him. A second finger quickly followed the first and then a third. Roy’s own hands fondled and stroked Maes as the teen leaned against Maes, his breathing already sounding like a stallion run hard.
“I was wrong in chemistry lab,” Roy panted. “You do need your hands.”
“Thought you’d see it my way.” Maes smirked, withdrawing his hand. He turned Roy around reluctantly. Maes loved the rosy color Roy’s skin picked up, running from cock and up over his chest and neck as they made love. He let Roy brace himself against the book shelves while he oiled up his own cock. Maes pushed into Roy achingly slow, smiling at the soft mewling sounds Roy made as he took him.
Their bodies rocked together as he slowly built speed with his thrusts. Maes kept up a steady stroking of Roy’s cock, careful not to hit the cock ring. Maes purposely kept their lovemaking at a slower pace, wanting to draw out this all too infrequent alone time they had together. And, a part of him was afraid of breathing in too fast and deep and getting a noseful of dust and sneezing all over Roy. Having spent far too many of his waking hours in the dusty stacks, Roy seemed immune to the fine particles even though he was clinging to the shelves to keep his balance.
Roy shifted his hands to up around Maes’ neck, leaning back against Maes’ chest. “I really gotta…” One hand drifted towards his ringed cock. “I gotta cum.”
Maes caught Roy’s hand. Sinking deep into him, Maes stopped moving. Interlacing his fingers with Roy’s, he rubbed their hands over Roy’s belly, lessening the stimulation to his cock. “Hold on for me, Roy. Can you do that?”
Roy nodded, his sweat-dampened hair sticking to Maes’ shoulder. Maes gripped Roy’s waist, pounding into him harder. Maes groaned into Roy’s hair as he spilled inside his lover. Slowly Maes eased back out of Roy, holding onto him for a moment, letting him steady himself before sinking to his knees.
Maes slipped Roy’s cock, ring and all, into his mouth. Licking and sucking, he rolled his tongue over the slick metal. He kept it up until Roy was whimpering. Roy fisted his fingers in Maes’ hair, his eyes begging for release. Maes took the ring off and barely got Roy back into his mouth before his lover orgasmed. Roy swayed on his feet then sat down carefully. He flopped back against the shelving. Maes looked over at Roy and snickered.
“What?” Roy wiped the sweat off his face.
“You have the impression of a book spine in your chest. I can almost read it.” Maes trailed a finger over Roy’s marked breast bone.
The boy snorted. “Figures.”
Maes smirked at Roy. “I think you liked that ring.”
Roy laughed, his head dropped back against the books. “I liked that a lot.”
Maes moved in, snuggling with Roy against the shelves. “Promise me something.”
“What?”
“You’ll never tattoo your hands with alchemic arrays,” Maes said in dead seriousness. This might not be the right time to bring it up but it had been on his mind ever since Kimbley mentioned it.
Roy looked at his palms, his nose scrunching. “That idea kind of creeped me out,” he confessed.
Maes kissed his cheek. “Good.” Maes thumped his head back against the book shelves and a fat tome fell out on Roy’s head.
“Ow!”
“Sorry!”
Roy picked up the book, his eyes dancing. “Oo, I don’t know this array!”
Maes made a sound of disbelief and ruffled Roy’s hair. “Don’t stay up all night looking at it.”
Roy gazed at him through slotted eyes. “I think you tired me out well enough, no fears there.” Smiling, Maes held out the ring but Roy closed Maes’ hand over it. “You keep it. Kimbley goes through my stuff. I know he does. He’s been in that new journal you got me but so far, he’s probably thinking I just keep a perverted diary since I haven’t seen him trying my alchemy.”
“Perverted…do I want to know?”
“Girls names, places and sexual positions, that’s my code this time.” Roy grinned. “Anyone finding my journal is just going to be jealous.”
Maes laughed and reached for his trousers. He pocketed the ring. “I bet. I’ll keep the ring for you. My roommate is about as curious as a dead frog.” Trying to get his pant legs on, Maes wondered about how late it might have gotten. “We should be going, shouldn’t we?”
Roy leaned over and kissed Maes’ shoulder. “Don’t want to but yes. They’ll eventually try to come down here and shut the lights off for the night, even though I always tell them I’ll do it. Besides, Kimbley is already wondering where I go nights and with whom. I think he suspects.”
“Tell him to mind his own damn business,” Maes grumbled.
“I do and he doesn’t.”
The men dressed and Roy unsealed the door. Maes noted Roy carried out the book that fell on him.
It figured.
They might never see each other again once they graduated. They might even die far too young in Ishbal. Maes knew he couldn’t worry about that any more. He had Roy for now and that’s what counted.
Boys Blue
By
cornerofmadness (and mjules)Disclaimer – So not mine, all right belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit made, just a lot of fun to be had
Rating – NC-17, not work safe
Warnings – sex toys in use
Pairing – Maes/Roy
Summary – Tensions involving nosy roommates and the prospect of going to war prompt Maes to get creative.
Author’s Note – written for the
30kisses project for prompt #10 - #10. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. If you’d like to read the rest of the series, here you go All the Boys Blues“Are you sure about this?” Maes asked, looking at the concoction Roy was working on, his friend’s face distorted behind the array of glassware and rubber tubing.
“Your lab partner is an alchemist and you’re worried about the chemistry?” Roy gave him the evil eye.
“Yes! None of you are right in the head,” Maes replied and Roy snorted at him. “And why do I have to learn to make explosives? When will I ever be doing this?” He sounded vaguely disgusted.
“Guess we need to be well rounded,” Roy replied, with a disinterested shrug.
Maes snorted. “I’m not going into munitions.”
“So you hope.” Roy put in another chemical into the flask. “There, done.” He seemed highly pleased with himself.
Maes wrinkled his nose. “What do we do now?”
“It’s ready. Guess we pick a number and go outside to wait our turn to show our stuff,” Roy said, a wicked gleam in his eye. Terrified, Maes wondered just how potent Mustang made the explosive. Maes knew how his lover liked to show off.
“You carry it, Mustang.”
“Me? I’m the alchemist. I need my hands.” Roy wiggled his fingers. “You carry it, Maes.”
“Hey, I need my hands, too,” Maes protested.
Roy rolled his eyes. “For what?”
Maes leaned in and whispered, “You sure liked what they were doing to you last night in the woods!”
Roy flushed then stuck out his chin. “I’ll still take my chances with your digits,” he said, sailing off. He went to the T.A. and plucked a number out of a beaker. He made a face, not pleased with his draw. “Number ten.”
“Oh good, we get to sit around waiting with explosives at our side and you wait ever so well, my patient lab partner,” Maes said dryly.
Roy just flashed a smile that promised death later. He led the way outside to the demolition grounds. One of the benefits of getting done quickly, thanks to Roy’s chemical knowledge, was that they managed to snag a spot sitting and waiting under a shade tree.
“Heard your buddy, Kimbley, is helping to proctor this exercise,” Maes said, leaning against the trunk. “Guess it makes sense, given what his alchemy is.”
Roy nodded. “Yeah, but he’s not my buddy.”
The strange quality to Roy’s voice caught Maes’ attention. “Just a few weeks ago, all you could talk about was Kimbley,” he reminded Roy.
Mustang’s look suggested he hadn’t forgotten Maes’ jealousy. “Things changed. He kinda scares me.”
Maes startled at that then pushed his glasses up. “When you say that, it must be bad.”
Roy ran a hand through his hair. “He’s too powerful, Maes. You were right. I was getting carried away with it but watching him, living as his roommate, it’s worse than I thought. I don’t think his teacher taught him all this stuff. I think he might have stolen some of the man’s more advanced books or something.” Roy lowered his voice, looking about to be sure no one was around. “The scary part is, he understands it and uses it.”
“Could you do that, too, Roy?” Maes asked, folding his arms. “Do you think you could actually work with flames as young as you are?”
Roy mulled that over then nodded. “Yeah, and that’s the frightening part.”
“It terrifies me,” Maes replied honestly. Roy gave him a confused look, hearing his stressed tone. “My parents died in a fire.”
Roy had to fight to resist putting his arm around Maes. “You mentioned. I never thought about how my alchemy would be hard on you.”
Maes shrugged. “You never talk about the mechanics of it, mostly just about how it makes you happy. That’s not hard on me. Hell, if you mastered it, you could probably stop a house fire and save a family like mine,” he said wistfully.
Roy smiled. “Yeah, I think maybe I could. I’m sure I could do a lot of good with my alchemy. That’s what it’s for.”
“You ready, Mustang?” Kimbley’s voice cut in. He gave them a sly, knowing look that Maes didn’t like.
“We’re number ten. We’ll be here all afternoon,” Roy grumbled.
Kimbley looked back at the gathering class. “Well, you should fare well, Mustang. Better hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Roy snorted. “As if there’s a chance.”
Kimbley smirked then moved off, hearing the instructor calling his name. Maes and Roy settled in and did their best not to get deafened as teams one through nine completed their experiments. Maes let Roy handle the detonation of their experiment and was grateful he had. He was in no way prepared for the sheer size of the explosion. Their instructor praised them profusely but all Maes could see was Kimbley’s proud smirk. Oh, how he hated that this young man shared a room with Roy and could work his influence over him. Nothing good would come of it.
X X X
“You two look busy,” Kimbley said, coming into the room.
Roy looked up from where he was studying on his bed. Maes was at Roy’s desk, pouring over the chemistry book.
“Helping Hughes with tomorrow’s test,” Roy replied, glad the study break of heavy kissing had ended several minutes before. That was all either was willing to do in the room. Kimbley, unlike Maes’ roomie, was sharp. He wouldn’t miss the distinctive odor of sex. “It’s not as intuitive for him as it is for us.”
Maes made a face at that slight.
Kimbley tossed himself on the bed. “I’m more worried about world history. Could Kandel be more boring?”
“No,” Maes said decisively then glanced up sharply. He stood, reaching over to bump up the volume on the radio. All three young men listened intently to the war news, bad things, as news often turned out to be.
“Looks like we’re all going to be spending time in the desert,” Kimbley said, a touch of glee in his tone. “You and I had better pass that State Alchemy exam sooner rather than later, Mustang.”
Roy eyed him sourly. “I’m sure we will…which probably means we’d get sent to the desert that much faster.”
“I know.” Kimbley rubbed his hands together then looked at them. “I was thinking of tattooing my array onto my hands. That should speed things up.”
“Oh!” Roy said. He had never thought of that. It sounded both scary and tantalizing. “Yes, I guess it would.” He caught Maes’ look and knew his lover was afraid of that idea, as well he should be.
“You should give it some thought, Mustang, for when you master your alchemy,” he added, getting up to get the world history book off the shelf.
Roy bristled at Kimbley’s condescending tone. “I will.” He wished Kimbley would take his book to the library but now such luck. He and Maes went back to studying chemistry with no hope of a ‘study break.’
X X X
Maes wondered if he knew what he was doing. Roy had been so excited about getting his new journal that Maes couldn’t help but buy him another gift, even though he had to catch a train to the next town on one of their off days to do it. He hadn’t ever been in a store like that before and he wasn’t sure what went on in Xing but when he had seen the gift, he knew Roy needed it. Of course, he had planned to keep it until their next break and they could go back to Bryony’s house for uninterrupted sex but the newscast had bothered him. Kimbley had been right. Sooner than they realized, they would all be in a war, more likely than not. If nothing else, he would be separated from Roy by graduation. He didn’t want to think about being separated by death.
He also didn’t want to imagine Roy with tattooed hands. He liked Roy’s strong hands and while he knew the military would turn them into instruments of death, Maes didn’t want their pale skin to be marred forever with the means of destruction. But could he tell Roy that? Would it upset him? Maes wished he knew. He longed to understand what drove alchemists. It wasn’t all power, that much he knew but that was the only part of it he comprehended. Maybe it was the mystery, the need to unravel the natural order of things. He could understand wanting to solve a mystery.
Of course, Mustang was nowhere to be found in public. This didn’t surprise Maes. So long as the other young man wasn’t in that god-awful lab, it would probably work to his advantage. The library was nearly empty by the time Maes found Roy in the basement stacks, half hidden in the musty old alchemy tomes. “There you are. Don’t you ever get bored with this stuff?” Maes asked, the smells of dust and mildew tickling his long nose.
“No,” Roy said distractedly, hauling a heavy book over to the rickety table he was working at.
“There’s only one way out of here, right?” Maes looked around in the stacks, trying to see if anyone was around, as unlikely as that was.
“Just the way you came in,” Roy said absently, not looking up.
“You alone?” Maes tried to keep his voice even in case Roy wasn’t.
Roy nodded, “For hours. Why?”
“Go alchemize that door shut, like you showed me,” Maes said, his voice husky.
“Huh?” Roy asked, his mind still obviously lost in the swirling patterns in his old books.
Maes went over and kissed him soundly, cupping Roy’s crotch possessively. “Just do it.”
“Oh!” Roy’s eyes went huge then he snatched up a piece of paper and pencil. Going to the door, he sketched an array to make sure the door sealed up tight. No one was going to barge in on them. Returning to Maes, Roy caught him in a demanding embrace. Lips met, teeth clicked as Roy tried to all but devour his lover.
“Well, at least I have your attention now.” Maes laughed against Roy’s lips.
“Sorry, you know how I get,” Roy said as Maes pulled away from him.
“Oh, how I know.” Maes shook his head ruefully as he dug in his pockets. “I brought a little something.” He took out a small vial of oil.
Roy’s eyebrows arched. “You want to try that…here?”
“You sealed us in,” Maes replied with a wicked smirk. He pulled Roy close again, slipping a hand down the back of Roy’s pants. He squeezed the taut muscle under his fingers.
Roy pointed to the table, rubbing up against Maes, their erections providing friction. “That thing won’t hold.”
Maes nibbled the strappy muscle of Roy’s neck, maneuvering him backwards into the stacks. “We could try it standing up.” Roy murmured his consent as Maes pressed him back against the shelving. Maes slipped Roy’s shirt up over his head. “Bought you a present. I was going to save it but…hearing that newscast, thinking about the future, I didn’t want to wait.”
Roy’s dark eyes saddened and he kissed Maes gently. “We are not going to die there,” he promised even though he knew he had little control over that. “I want to see my gift,” he added, flexing his hips against Maes.
Maes pulled back a bit and got his own shirt off, toeing off his boots at the same time. He dug in his pocket for the little velvet bag. “I’m not sure you’ll like it. I won’t be offended if you don’t. It’s a little…different.”
Roy gave him a curious look and fumbled with the bag as Maes unzipped Roy’s trousers, sliding them down. Executing a little graceful shimmy and kick, Roy had his clothes off. He shook the contents of the bag out while Maes had to force himself not to fondle Roy. If Maes got Roy too aroused, the ring wouldn’t be able to go on. Roy picked up the brass ring out of his palm and studied it. The Xingese craftsman had detailed a dragon into the circlet with an upswept tail that curved into a little club. “Is this what I think it is?”
“I’m not sure it could be anything else.” Maes laughed.
Roy gently fingered the clubbed tail. “Does this go…inside?” His eyes widened.
“They said it was supposed to be stimulating…I’m not sure what your Xing relatives get up to over there but it sounded interesting,” Maes said, nuzzling Roy’s neck. “Do you want to try it?”
Roy nodded and Maes took up his vial of oil. Lubricating the ring, he tenderly pushed the ring over Roy’s cock. Roy hissed as Maes eased the dragon’s tail inside his lover’s urethra.
“You okay?” Maes fretted. He didn’t want to use this if it hurt Roy.
Roy leaned against Maes, undoing the teen’s zipper. “I’m fine…just feels really different.” He massaged Maes’ cock as it rose up to meet him.
Maes kissed him quickly. “Good.” He stepped back and got his pants off then oiled up his hands. He stroked Roy’s cock with one hand as he inserted a finger inside him. A second finger quickly followed the first and then a third. Roy’s own hands fondled and stroked Maes as the teen leaned against Maes, his breathing already sounding like a stallion run hard.
“I was wrong in chemistry lab,” Roy panted. “You do need your hands.”
“Thought you’d see it my way.” Maes smirked, withdrawing his hand. He turned Roy around reluctantly. Maes loved the rosy color Roy’s skin picked up, running from cock and up over his chest and neck as they made love. He let Roy brace himself against the book shelves while he oiled up his own cock. Maes pushed into Roy achingly slow, smiling at the soft mewling sounds Roy made as he took him.
Their bodies rocked together as he slowly built speed with his thrusts. Maes kept up a steady stroking of Roy’s cock, careful not to hit the cock ring. Maes purposely kept their lovemaking at a slower pace, wanting to draw out this all too infrequent alone time they had together. And, a part of him was afraid of breathing in too fast and deep and getting a noseful of dust and sneezing all over Roy. Having spent far too many of his waking hours in the dusty stacks, Roy seemed immune to the fine particles even though he was clinging to the shelves to keep his balance.
Roy shifted his hands to up around Maes’ neck, leaning back against Maes’ chest. “I really gotta…” One hand drifted towards his ringed cock. “I gotta cum.”
Maes caught Roy’s hand. Sinking deep into him, Maes stopped moving. Interlacing his fingers with Roy’s, he rubbed their hands over Roy’s belly, lessening the stimulation to his cock. “Hold on for me, Roy. Can you do that?”
Roy nodded, his sweat-dampened hair sticking to Maes’ shoulder. Maes gripped Roy’s waist, pounding into him harder. Maes groaned into Roy’s hair as he spilled inside his lover. Slowly Maes eased back out of Roy, holding onto him for a moment, letting him steady himself before sinking to his knees.
Maes slipped Roy’s cock, ring and all, into his mouth. Licking and sucking, he rolled his tongue over the slick metal. He kept it up until Roy was whimpering. Roy fisted his fingers in Maes’ hair, his eyes begging for release. Maes took the ring off and barely got Roy back into his mouth before his lover orgasmed. Roy swayed on his feet then sat down carefully. He flopped back against the shelving. Maes looked over at Roy and snickered.
“What?” Roy wiped the sweat off his face.
“You have the impression of a book spine in your chest. I can almost read it.” Maes trailed a finger over Roy’s marked breast bone.
The boy snorted. “Figures.”
Maes smirked at Roy. “I think you liked that ring.”
Roy laughed, his head dropped back against the books. “I liked that a lot.”
Maes moved in, snuggling with Roy against the shelves. “Promise me something.”
“What?”
“You’ll never tattoo your hands with alchemic arrays,” Maes said in dead seriousness. This might not be the right time to bring it up but it had been on his mind ever since Kimbley mentioned it.
Roy looked at his palms, his nose scrunching. “That idea kind of creeped me out,” he confessed.
Maes kissed his cheek. “Good.” Maes thumped his head back against the book shelves and a fat tome fell out on Roy’s head.
“Ow!”
“Sorry!”
Roy picked up the book, his eyes dancing. “Oo, I don’t know this array!”
Maes made a sound of disbelief and ruffled Roy’s hair. “Don’t stay up all night looking at it.”
Roy gazed at him through slotted eyes. “I think you tired me out well enough, no fears there.” Smiling, Maes held out the ring but Roy closed Maes’ hand over it. “You keep it. Kimbley goes through my stuff. I know he does. He’s been in that new journal you got me but so far, he’s probably thinking I just keep a perverted diary since I haven’t seen him trying my alchemy.”
“Perverted…do I want to know?”
“Girls names, places and sexual positions, that’s my code this time.” Roy grinned. “Anyone finding my journal is just going to be jealous.”
Maes laughed and reached for his trousers. He pocketed the ring. “I bet. I’ll keep the ring for you. My roommate is about as curious as a dead frog.” Trying to get his pant legs on, Maes wondered about how late it might have gotten. “We should be going, shouldn’t we?”
Roy leaned over and kissed Maes’ shoulder. “Don’t want to but yes. They’ll eventually try to come down here and shut the lights off for the night, even though I always tell them I’ll do it. Besides, Kimbley is already wondering where I go nights and with whom. I think he suspects.”
“Tell him to mind his own damn business,” Maes grumbled.
“I do and he doesn’t.”
The men dressed and Roy unsealed the door. Maes noted Roy carried out the book that fell on him.
It figured.
They might never see each other again once they graduated. They might even die far too young in Ishbal. Maes knew he couldn’t worry about that any more. He had Roy for now and that’s what counted.
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