Fic - Wind Through the Cemetery Trees
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cornerofmadnessWind Through the Cemetery Trees
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – Do I look like a Holstein (don’t answer that). All rights belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit is made
Pairing – Roy/Gracia (with mentions of Roy/Riza and a polyamorous past relationship)
Rating – NC-17 (not work safe)
Time Line / Spoilers – manga based, set within the last dozen or so episodes and does contain spoilers up to #76 to be on the safe side
Summary – They both need comforting in the long nights
Author’s Note – This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fuh_q for the Roy Mustang Month, claim – Roy/Gracia and upon reflection on a nice angst-ridden way to bring them together, this became a three-for-one and also fulfilled the alphabet challenge letter C (for cemetery) at fma_ot4 and for the new lyric prompt community, earworm100 (and no this is NOT song fic) for the first prompt Kiss me, please kiss me -But kiss me out of desire, baby, Not consolation.
A cold wind whipped around him, whirling dead leaves at his feet and tugged at his coat like a cat after yarn. Roy lowered his head against the wind then sank to his knees on the frosted grass. He wondered idly if anyone had seen him come in here and would they report back to Bradley about it. Let them. It wasn’t as if he didn’t come here often, even meeting Grumman in drag – a sight that would haunt him for a long time to come, surely. Maybe if enough people saw him sitting at Maes’ grave, Bradley would think he was broken. That would work in Roy’s favor now that Bradley had his queen, worse that the Fuhrer’s ‘son’ was a homunculus himself and Riza was there with them. Roy shuddered and the cold had nothing to do with it.
Footsteps behind him surprised Roy. He glanced over his shoulder, baring his face to the icy wind. He could barely make out Gracia’s features from the way she had sunk a bit down inside her coat, trying to hide from the elements. Unfolding stiffly from the ground as if the ice had gotten into his joints, Roy smiled at her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”
“I came looking for you. You weren’t answering your phone at the office or at home so I took a chance,” she said, stepping past him to put a hand on her husband’s tombstone.
Roy’s eyes widened. “Looking for me? Wh…” The ‘why’ died on his lips as he remembered what day this was. He put a hand on her shoulder and she leaned into his touch. “I forgot your birthday.”
She reached up, cupping her hand over his. “I didn’t expect you to remember, Roy. You have far too much going on.” A gentle smile warmed her lips. “Which was why I was looking for you.”
Roy’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Gracia gave Maes’ headstone a final caress then turned to take Roy’s hand. “This isn’t the place to talk about it. It’s too cold. Walk me home, Roy,” she commanded and he was far too curious now to say no.
Gracia said nothing to him on the walk to her quiet street. He had kept watch to see if anyone had been following them but if they had, they had been good enough that he hadn’t spotted them. Roy was glad that Gracia didn’t linger on her doorstep too long. He didn’t want to give the neighbors anything to gossip about. She was quick to lock the door behind them and it slowly occurred to Roy something was missing.
“Where’s Elicia?”
“She’s sleeping over at a friend’s tonight. I needed time alone. And…” Gracia flushed just a bit and Roy wondered exactly why he had been brought back. “I wanted privacy to make sure you’re all right.”
Roy made an indelicate sound. “Gracia, you’re the widow alone on her birthday. I should have been the one thoughtful enough to remember you.”
Gracia captured his hand, pulling him toward the living room. Roy wished there weren’t reminders of Elicia scattered about in the form of toys. The pictures he could have handled but the tangible three-dimensional proof his best friend’s beloved little girl was growing up without him cut deep. He didn’t know how Gracia lived with it.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Gracia?” he asked, regretting the lost tone ringing in his voice.
She dragged him closer. “I’m fine, Roy. It’s you I’m worried about.”
“But Gracia…”
She pressed a hand to his mouth, soft against his skin, a hand so unlike Riza’s strong one. “I’m fine,” she insisted more strongly. “Yes, it’s hard but Maes is somewhere they can never hurt him again. You are still a target.” The quieting hand left his lips to caress Roy’s face. “Riza told me everything. They don’t watch my house, not like they watch you two. She doesn’t think the Fuhrer considers me any part of this.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” Roy growled, fearing what would happen should Bradley decide to pull in Gracia or worse, Elicia. It was bad enough the way things were already.
“I wanted you to know you have someone to turn to if you need it, Roy.” Gracia’s soft hand caressed his neck.
He wondered for a moment if Riza had begged her to come find him or if Gracia had done so on her own. It could very well be a mix of things and he shoved the thought out of his mind. It didn’t matter. Roy rested his forehead against hers, taking a quiet comfort in her closeness. For years he had been hiding more than his love for Riza. He wasn’t even sure how they had fallen into it but they hadn’t been just a married couple and a set of illicit lovers sharing a friendship. He and Riza shared more than that with the Hugheses. Buried even more deeply than his intimate relationship with a subordinate was their four-way bond with the Hugheses, a bond now broken.
Roy wrapped his arms around her, holding Gracia tight. Ever since Maes had died, he and Riza had kept a respectful distance from Gracia. Work and their geographical differences had mandated some of it. For himself, guilt ate at him. Maes had been looking into things - on his behest, if one were to ask Roy, on the behalf of the Elrics, if one asked the boys - looking out for him and it got him killed. When Roy looked at Gracia, at times all he could see was a phone booth spattered with dried rust and it hurt more than he could say. But he hadn’t taken the time to think of how poor Gracia had to feel. Not only had she lost her husband, left to raise their child alone, but she had lost her ties to her other lovers. They had unintentionally and well-meaningly set her adrift, thinking she would need her space.
Gracia stood on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. Roy didn’t know if she meant it as a chaste, comforting gesture. He wasn’t even sure if his returning it was meant that way but it dissolved quickly into pent up need. Two very damaged people, their worlds shattered, clung to each other, mouths hungry for each other. She pulled him toward the staircase and the bedroom upstairs. She took a half step up, nearly whacking herself on the riser, before seeming to change her mind. Gracia tore off his coat and his uniform jacket together, surprising Roy with her ferocity. Her mouth met his again, demanding, as her fingers fought with the buttons on his white uniform shirt. Roy tried to help but as blood rushed below the belt it seemed to take his dexterity with it. Gracia waged war with his belt and Roy captured her fingers.
He looked down at Gracia. Roy wasn’t used to such fire from her and he wondered if she really wanted this or if it was something she felt she had to do. “Gracia, maybe we sh-”
His protest smothered as she popped up, pressing a hand to his mouth again. “I want this, Roy. I want you to kiss me but I want you to do it only if you want to, not because you think you owe me or him anything.”
Roy folded her in his arms, kissing first the crown of her head, then her neck and finally back to that warm, hungry mouth, knowing he was here because he desired to be. Gracia was gentler as she got his fly down and reached in to fondle him. She sat back down on the stairs, sliding his pants down just a bit. Gracia’s eyes widened, seeing the scars left by his battle with Lust – such an appropriate homunculus for him, Roy thought bitterly, having known all too well the twists that emotion could put someone through. He recalled Gracia hadn’t seen the mass of scar tissue left by talon and fire. He had made sure Riza kept Gracia from the hospital just in case the military had been watching it.
“You poor man,” she said, her fingers gently playing over the still-red scars. “I knew it was bad. I just didn’t think…” she shook her head, driving out the pity and let the lust back in. Gracia pressed a kiss against his damaged flesh then her mouth moved, wet and hot, to the tip of his cock. She gave him a teasing lick, catching his foreskin with her lips and giving it a tender tug. Roy groaned as Gracia took him in more deeply, inhaling him with a hunger he was afraid he wouldn’t quite be able to slake.
Her mouth moved on him, sucking hard, nibbling here and there. Gracia would let him free just long enough to suck in a testicle then the other before going back to his cock. Roy grabbed the newel post for support when she tongue-fucked his slit. “G-G-Gracia, don’t make me come too fast,” he begged.
She let him go with a grin then tried to get his pants all the way off. Her nose wrinkled. “Those damn boots. I always hated those boots. Get them off!”
Bemused Roy obeyed, nearly falling into the railing as he hopped around, trying to get the damn high tops unlaced. Finally, he held them out to Gracia so she could undo the speed lacing so he didn’t end up poking himself somewhere he’d rather not. Fully naked now, Roy fumbled his way down to his knees, a little voice in the back of his head was saying go somewhere more comfortable than the stairs but it was drowned out by the chorus’ crescendo singing, he needed to fuck now.
Roy kissed her again, his lips traveling down as he nuzzled into her shirt. He undid the delicate shell buttons and tossed the soft silk shirt somewhere behind him. Her lacy bra joined it. Roy kissed one freed breast before lipping a nipple. Opening his mouth, he took more of her breast in, licking and sucking as his hips bucked against her. He could feel the dampness of her cotton panties against his hot flesh.
Gracia moaned as he slipped a hand up under her skirts. He eased a finger into her panties to caress her. She bucked against his hand. Gracia was so ready for him, two of his fingers moved into her almost frictionless. Two thumbings against her clit and he had her screaming, running dew over his fingers. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Roy, now,” she demanded.
He found, on the third try, her skirt’s zipper and got it down. Gracia grabbed for the skirt before he could toss it. She fished a condom out of her pocket. He laughed at her preparedness because he sure as hell didn’t carry one in his uniform pocket and that would have meant it wouldn’t have gone further than mouths and hands, as good as that was. As she struggled with the packaging, Roy slipped a finger under her garter straps, letting it lightly sting her thigh. He shot her a mischievous look, then undid the garters. With lips, he playfully caught one silk stocking tugging it down as best he could. Kissing her bared thigh, Roy got the silk all the way off, knowing if he laddered it, it might be the last thing he ever did. Women were so touchy about that.
He got the second stocking off, pausing long enough for Gracia to slide the prophylactic over him before he went after her panties. Tugging them free, Roy slipped between her thighs for a few greedy licks before he plunged into her. Gracia moaned in counterpoint to the creaks of the steps beneath her. Knowing she couldn’t be comfortable there, Roy pulled her down on top of him on the rose patterned rug at the foot of the stairs.
Stretching out against the worn rug, Roy steadied Gracia as she straddled him. He teased her, easing into her just a bit making her want more. Gracia took as much of him as she desired. Her hands strong around his waist, one palm riding his scars, Gracia writhed on him until they both were panting and shuddering, their passions spending.
Gracia stretched out on top of him and Roy folded his arms over her. He felt something warm and wet against his neck. Roy knew she was crying. “I missed you,” she whispered in his ear. “I miss him so much!”
Roy felt his throat close over. “I know, baby. I do, too.” He stroked her back, letting her cry. Seeing that the flood of emotion wasn’t going to be dammed up easily, Roy slithered out from under Gracia then got to his feet. He scooped her up, holding her tight to his chest. Only then did he notice that the hall window had no curtains. Damn, anyone could have looked in. There was nothing to do for it now. He carried her precariously up the stairs and put Gracia in her bed.
She grabbed his wrist. “I’m sorry. I ruined it.”
Roy leaned down, kissing her. “You ruined nothing. I’ll be right back, baby.” Roy went back down and picked up all their clothes just in case whichever mother had Elicia tonight had to bring her back unexpectedly. Roy tucked the covers around Gracia when he got back upstairs then slipped under them with her. It felt a little strange, just the two of them. Roy wasn’t used to sleeping beside anyone. He and Riza weren’t afforded that luxury and whenever he had slept with Gracia before, there had been a tangle of four bodies. It felt very different with just the two of them. Roy spooned around her. “Thank you for giving me a place I can feel safe in, if only for a little while, Gracia.”
She shifted in his arms. “I’m glad, Roy.” There was something more hiding in her eyes. Roy thought he knew what it was, that Maes would have wanted her to take care of him and vice versa. But that was too big of a thing to deal with just now. He had a woman he loved and he had this woman he also cared deeply for and he would only bring death and pain to both of them if he wasn’t careful. However, there was tomorrow for worrying about such things. Tonight, he was Gracia’s and that’s all he needed to worry on.
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – Do I look like a Holstein (don’t answer that). All rights belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit is made
Pairing – Roy/Gracia (with mentions of Roy/Riza and a polyamorous past relationship)
Rating – NC-17 (not work safe)
Time Line / Spoilers – manga based, set within the last dozen or so episodes and does contain spoilers up to #76 to be on the safe side
Summary – They both need comforting in the long nights
Author’s Note – This was written for the
fma_fuh_q for the Roy Mustang Month, claim – Roy/Gracia and upon reflection on a nice angst-ridden way to bring them together, this became a three-for-one and also fulfilled the alphabet challenge letter C (for cemetery) at fma_ot4 and for the new lyric prompt community, earworm100 (and no this is NOT song fic) for the first prompt Kiss me, please kiss me -But kiss me out of desire, baby, Not consolation.A cold wind whipped around him, whirling dead leaves at his feet and tugged at his coat like a cat after yarn. Roy lowered his head against the wind then sank to his knees on the frosted grass. He wondered idly if anyone had seen him come in here and would they report back to Bradley about it. Let them. It wasn’t as if he didn’t come here often, even meeting Grumman in drag – a sight that would haunt him for a long time to come, surely. Maybe if enough people saw him sitting at Maes’ grave, Bradley would think he was broken. That would work in Roy’s favor now that Bradley had his queen, worse that the Fuhrer’s ‘son’ was a homunculus himself and Riza was there with them. Roy shuddered and the cold had nothing to do with it.
Footsteps behind him surprised Roy. He glanced over his shoulder, baring his face to the icy wind. He could barely make out Gracia’s features from the way she had sunk a bit down inside her coat, trying to hide from the elements. Unfolding stiffly from the ground as if the ice had gotten into his joints, Roy smiled at her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”
“I came looking for you. You weren’t answering your phone at the office or at home so I took a chance,” she said, stepping past him to put a hand on her husband’s tombstone.
Roy’s eyes widened. “Looking for me? Wh…” The ‘why’ died on his lips as he remembered what day this was. He put a hand on her shoulder and she leaned into his touch. “I forgot your birthday.”
She reached up, cupping her hand over his. “I didn’t expect you to remember, Roy. You have far too much going on.” A gentle smile warmed her lips. “Which was why I was looking for you.”
Roy’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Gracia gave Maes’ headstone a final caress then turned to take Roy’s hand. “This isn’t the place to talk about it. It’s too cold. Walk me home, Roy,” she commanded and he was far too curious now to say no.
Gracia said nothing to him on the walk to her quiet street. He had kept watch to see if anyone had been following them but if they had, they had been good enough that he hadn’t spotted them. Roy was glad that Gracia didn’t linger on her doorstep too long. He didn’t want to give the neighbors anything to gossip about. She was quick to lock the door behind them and it slowly occurred to Roy something was missing.
“Where’s Elicia?”
“She’s sleeping over at a friend’s tonight. I needed time alone. And…” Gracia flushed just a bit and Roy wondered exactly why he had been brought back. “I wanted privacy to make sure you’re all right.”
Roy made an indelicate sound. “Gracia, you’re the widow alone on her birthday. I should have been the one thoughtful enough to remember you.”
Gracia captured his hand, pulling him toward the living room. Roy wished there weren’t reminders of Elicia scattered about in the form of toys. The pictures he could have handled but the tangible three-dimensional proof his best friend’s beloved little girl was growing up without him cut deep. He didn’t know how Gracia lived with it.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Gracia?” he asked, regretting the lost tone ringing in his voice.
She dragged him closer. “I’m fine, Roy. It’s you I’m worried about.”
“But Gracia…”
She pressed a hand to his mouth, soft against his skin, a hand so unlike Riza’s strong one. “I’m fine,” she insisted more strongly. “Yes, it’s hard but Maes is somewhere they can never hurt him again. You are still a target.” The quieting hand left his lips to caress Roy’s face. “Riza told me everything. They don’t watch my house, not like they watch you two. She doesn’t think the Fuhrer considers me any part of this.”
“Let’s keep it that way,” Roy growled, fearing what would happen should Bradley decide to pull in Gracia or worse, Elicia. It was bad enough the way things were already.
“I wanted you to know you have someone to turn to if you need it, Roy.” Gracia’s soft hand caressed his neck.
He wondered for a moment if Riza had begged her to come find him or if Gracia had done so on her own. It could very well be a mix of things and he shoved the thought out of his mind. It didn’t matter. Roy rested his forehead against hers, taking a quiet comfort in her closeness. For years he had been hiding more than his love for Riza. He wasn’t even sure how they had fallen into it but they hadn’t been just a married couple and a set of illicit lovers sharing a friendship. He and Riza shared more than that with the Hugheses. Buried even more deeply than his intimate relationship with a subordinate was their four-way bond with the Hugheses, a bond now broken.
Roy wrapped his arms around her, holding Gracia tight. Ever since Maes had died, he and Riza had kept a respectful distance from Gracia. Work and their geographical differences had mandated some of it. For himself, guilt ate at him. Maes had been looking into things - on his behest, if one were to ask Roy, on the behalf of the Elrics, if one asked the boys - looking out for him and it got him killed. When Roy looked at Gracia, at times all he could see was a phone booth spattered with dried rust and it hurt more than he could say. But he hadn’t taken the time to think of how poor Gracia had to feel. Not only had she lost her husband, left to raise their child alone, but she had lost her ties to her other lovers. They had unintentionally and well-meaningly set her adrift, thinking she would need her space.
Gracia stood on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. Roy didn’t know if she meant it as a chaste, comforting gesture. He wasn’t even sure if his returning it was meant that way but it dissolved quickly into pent up need. Two very damaged people, their worlds shattered, clung to each other, mouths hungry for each other. She pulled him toward the staircase and the bedroom upstairs. She took a half step up, nearly whacking herself on the riser, before seeming to change her mind. Gracia tore off his coat and his uniform jacket together, surprising Roy with her ferocity. Her mouth met his again, demanding, as her fingers fought with the buttons on his white uniform shirt. Roy tried to help but as blood rushed below the belt it seemed to take his dexterity with it. Gracia waged war with his belt and Roy captured her fingers.
He looked down at Gracia. Roy wasn’t used to such fire from her and he wondered if she really wanted this or if it was something she felt she had to do. “Gracia, maybe we sh-”
His protest smothered as she popped up, pressing a hand to his mouth again. “I want this, Roy. I want you to kiss me but I want you to do it only if you want to, not because you think you owe me or him anything.”
Roy folded her in his arms, kissing first the crown of her head, then her neck and finally back to that warm, hungry mouth, knowing he was here because he desired to be. Gracia was gentler as she got his fly down and reached in to fondle him. She sat back down on the stairs, sliding his pants down just a bit. Gracia’s eyes widened, seeing the scars left by his battle with Lust – such an appropriate homunculus for him, Roy thought bitterly, having known all too well the twists that emotion could put someone through. He recalled Gracia hadn’t seen the mass of scar tissue left by talon and fire. He had made sure Riza kept Gracia from the hospital just in case the military had been watching it.
“You poor man,” she said, her fingers gently playing over the still-red scars. “I knew it was bad. I just didn’t think…” she shook her head, driving out the pity and let the lust back in. Gracia pressed a kiss against his damaged flesh then her mouth moved, wet and hot, to the tip of his cock. She gave him a teasing lick, catching his foreskin with her lips and giving it a tender tug. Roy groaned as Gracia took him in more deeply, inhaling him with a hunger he was afraid he wouldn’t quite be able to slake.
Her mouth moved on him, sucking hard, nibbling here and there. Gracia would let him free just long enough to suck in a testicle then the other before going back to his cock. Roy grabbed the newel post for support when she tongue-fucked his slit. “G-G-Gracia, don’t make me come too fast,” he begged.
She let him go with a grin then tried to get his pants all the way off. Her nose wrinkled. “Those damn boots. I always hated those boots. Get them off!”
Bemused Roy obeyed, nearly falling into the railing as he hopped around, trying to get the damn high tops unlaced. Finally, he held them out to Gracia so she could undo the speed lacing so he didn’t end up poking himself somewhere he’d rather not. Fully naked now, Roy fumbled his way down to his knees, a little voice in the back of his head was saying go somewhere more comfortable than the stairs but it was drowned out by the chorus’ crescendo singing, he needed to fuck now.
Roy kissed her again, his lips traveling down as he nuzzled into her shirt. He undid the delicate shell buttons and tossed the soft silk shirt somewhere behind him. Her lacy bra joined it. Roy kissed one freed breast before lipping a nipple. Opening his mouth, he took more of her breast in, licking and sucking as his hips bucked against her. He could feel the dampness of her cotton panties against his hot flesh.
Gracia moaned as he slipped a hand up under her skirts. He eased a finger into her panties to caress her. She bucked against his hand. Gracia was so ready for him, two of his fingers moved into her almost frictionless. Two thumbings against her clit and he had her screaming, running dew over his fingers. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Roy, now,” she demanded.
He found, on the third try, her skirt’s zipper and got it down. Gracia grabbed for the skirt before he could toss it. She fished a condom out of her pocket. He laughed at her preparedness because he sure as hell didn’t carry one in his uniform pocket and that would have meant it wouldn’t have gone further than mouths and hands, as good as that was. As she struggled with the packaging, Roy slipped a finger under her garter straps, letting it lightly sting her thigh. He shot her a mischievous look, then undid the garters. With lips, he playfully caught one silk stocking tugging it down as best he could. Kissing her bared thigh, Roy got the silk all the way off, knowing if he laddered it, it might be the last thing he ever did. Women were so touchy about that.
He got the second stocking off, pausing long enough for Gracia to slide the prophylactic over him before he went after her panties. Tugging them free, Roy slipped between her thighs for a few greedy licks before he plunged into her. Gracia moaned in counterpoint to the creaks of the steps beneath her. Knowing she couldn’t be comfortable there, Roy pulled her down on top of him on the rose patterned rug at the foot of the stairs.
Stretching out against the worn rug, Roy steadied Gracia as she straddled him. He teased her, easing into her just a bit making her want more. Gracia took as much of him as she desired. Her hands strong around his waist, one palm riding his scars, Gracia writhed on him until they both were panting and shuddering, their passions spending.
Gracia stretched out on top of him and Roy folded his arms over her. He felt something warm and wet against his neck. Roy knew she was crying. “I missed you,” she whispered in his ear. “I miss him so much!”
Roy felt his throat close over. “I know, baby. I do, too.” He stroked her back, letting her cry. Seeing that the flood of emotion wasn’t going to be dammed up easily, Roy slithered out from under Gracia then got to his feet. He scooped her up, holding her tight to his chest. Only then did he notice that the hall window had no curtains. Damn, anyone could have looked in. There was nothing to do for it now. He carried her precariously up the stairs and put Gracia in her bed.
She grabbed his wrist. “I’m sorry. I ruined it.”
Roy leaned down, kissing her. “You ruined nothing. I’ll be right back, baby.” Roy went back down and picked up all their clothes just in case whichever mother had Elicia tonight had to bring her back unexpectedly. Roy tucked the covers around Gracia when he got back upstairs then slipped under them with her. It felt a little strange, just the two of them. Roy wasn’t used to sleeping beside anyone. He and Riza weren’t afforded that luxury and whenever he had slept with Gracia before, there had been a tangle of four bodies. It felt very different with just the two of them. Roy spooned around her. “Thank you for giving me a place I can feel safe in, if only for a little while, Gracia.”
She shifted in his arms. “I’m glad, Roy.” There was something more hiding in her eyes. Roy thought he knew what it was, that Maes would have wanted her to take care of him and vice versa. But that was too big of a thing to deal with just now. He had a woman he loved and he had this woman he also cared deeply for and he would only bring death and pain to both of them if he wasn’t careful. However, there was tomorrow for worrying about such things. Tonight, he was Gracia’s and that’s all he needed to worry on.
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Date: 2007-11-13 04:36 am (UTC)*pets Roy* He's so broken.
Two very damaged people, their worlds shattered, clung to each other, mouths hungry for each other.
Loved that line.
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Date: 2007-11-13 05:02 am (UTC)Yeah, Roy with all his paranoia forgets the stupid window.