Bitter Trials - part two
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cornerofmadnesswhat held true for part one holds true for part two....
Bitter Trials
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating – NC-17
Pairing - Maes/Roy, Roy/Riza, Maes/Riza/Roy, implied Maes/Gracia
Time Line - Ishbal, manga-verse (with hints of anime)
Summary – The Soldiers are not fitting back into civilian life after the war and their relationships with each other have crumbled.
Author’s Note – written for Kink_bingo for a simultaneous line bingo using hand fetish and double penetration. It’s fifth in the series but you don’t need to read the others. All you need to know is that during the war Roy was having a relationship with both Riza and Maes and when she found out about it, Riza didn’t react well. This takes place soon after they get home. If you want to read the others you can find
the Uncharted Series here (note, Delicate Entanglements needs Retconned)
Chapter Three
Roy wondered if becoming a lieutenant colonel was worth it. Who knew there’d be so much damn paper work and it would only get worse when they finally settled on a command for him.
“More paperwork for you to sign, sir.”
Roy jumped at the sound of Riza’s voice. He boggled at her presence in his office, in uniform. Shouldn’t she still be recovering?
“I’ve been temporarily assigned as your aide, sir,” she said as if reading his mind.
“I didn’t realize you were back on duty, Hawkeye.” So much for his debonair demeanor.
“My first day.” Riza set the stack of files on his desk. Her eyes cut over to him and he looked away. He had hurt her in so many ways and he wasn’t ready to face her.
“There’s not much to do.” He decided being business like was his best bet. “This is just a temporary office until I move on.” Roy winced. Obviously she already knew that much.
“On the contrary, there is a lot to do.” She pointed to the dangerously high pile of paperwork on his desk. “And we need to set up what you’ll need when you get to your permanent assignment.”
Roy sighed. “All boring stuff.”
“I suspect you’ll be saying that often.” Riza sat in the chair opposite his desk. “I know you too well. You hate being bored, which translates into your adjutant wanting to kill you and you trying to push off work on whoever is too slow to dodge it.”
“I will not,” Roy huffed and she just favored him with a bland look. She knew him far too well for that to work. “Find, speaking of which let’s fine some volunteers. Do you want to make being my aide a permanent deal?” He asked it lightly, hoping she’d say yes, praying she wouldn’t read more into it, like anything revolving around their mess of a personal life. What would he do if she said no?
“If they allow it, I don’t see how you’ll survive without someone to push you so it might as well be me. If nothing else, I know how to make you jump,” she replied coolly.
He snorted. “Mostly you used fear of your father to move me.”
Her smile was predatory and beads of sweat popped out on his skin. “Now I fear of gun on my side.”
“Moving right along.” Roy held up a hand in surrender. “See if we can get that sniper. He was a hell of a shot, you know the one, the blond chain smoker, the one I didn’t ever understand how the Ishbalans didn’t find him by the smell of cigarettes alone.”
Riza flipped open a notepad. “His name is Jean Havoc.”
“Anything I should know about him?”
“Good soldier.” Her eyes met his. “He’s loyal. He’d be good for the things you have in mind. The downside is that he does chain smoke and he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”
“That’s easily balanced out.” Roy shrugged. “Another soldier caught my eye in the desert, Breda. I’d like to see his personal file.” They haggled back and forth over other possibilities, Riza dutifully taking down names. Finally, they ran out of business to discuss. Roy glanced at her shyly then whispered. “Riza, you and I need to talk.”
“Not here, not now.” She wrote something on a piece of paper. His place tonight with the caveat that they would not be talking about their relationship. So what the hell would they talk about?
He nodded, rolled the paper and set it on fire, dropping it into the trash can. “Can I toss in some of this paperwork?”
“If you’re going to make a habit of asking me that, I won’t be your adjutant.”
Roy just sighed. The evening couldn’t come fast enough.
X X X
Roy tried to force himself to eat and failed. It took even more effort not to drink. Riza was coming. He couldn’t be drunk. He changed out of his uniform, showered and found his best causal clothing, frowning when it sagged on his frame. He had lost too much weight.
As he dragged a comb through his hair, Roy wondered why he was bothering. He had made such a mess. And yet Riza had given him hope today, a flickering match’s worth of light in his darkness. Roy flung himself on the couch, knowing he was wrinkling his clothes but part of him didn’t give a care. Tossing his wrists over his eyes, Roy mulled over the last several weeks. It took supreme effort to keep himself under control. He would not meet Riza with reddened eyes.
He hung back a moment when he heard the knock. He didn’t want to appear desperate.
Even though he knew Riza was coming over, he didn’t recognize her when she appeared on his doorstep, long red hair peeking out from under a smart little hat. Extravagant rhinestone glasses perched on her nose. Roy didn’t have to work hard to summon up a smile for her as he stepped back to let her in. Riza didn’t look to be in a romantic mood, a somberness veiling her pretty features. Roy didn’t mind. He didn’t deserve romances so he fumbled for something to say. “They have you assigned wrong. You should probably be with Hughes in Investigations.”
Her eyes widened as Riza took off the hat and wig. “Is that where he’s going?”
Roy nodded. “But no final word on where I’m headed.” He took her coat. “Would you like tea or something stronger?”
“Stronger,” she said, surprising him. He had rarely seen the young woman drink.
“Are you feeling all right, Riza?”
“Just a little tired,” she admitted, sitting on his couch. “And very sore.”
Roy decanted some whiskey into two glasses. Handing Riza hers, he hesitantly eyed the couch, wondering if he should sit or not. Her eyes gave him permission and he settled next to her. “I’m so sorry, Riza.”
“For what?” Her face twisted as she tasted the bitter smoky liquor.
“For hurting you.”
“I’m the one who said you had to do it.” Riza’s eyes dimmed as she remembered the dead child she had buried.
Roy touched her cheek. “That isn’t what I meant.”
Riza nodded hurriedly, not looking at him. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do that regardless. I’m sorry,” she said quickly, making good her warning earlier that she wasn’t ready to talk about the love triangle. “Maes was worried about you.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. After several long moments, he finally sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Riza. I’ve made a mess that I can’t fix.”
“It’s…Roy, Maes told me you’ve been in such a dark place. He’s afraid you’ll hurt yourself,” she faltered, the pain in her eyes haunting him.
Roy scowled. “He should have kept his mouth shut.”
“No, he should and he obviously loves you, you fool.” Riza’s brown eyes narrowed, heat radiating out of their depths. “So do I. Did you ever give how we felt a moment’s thought or did you simply decide you knew best and that we’d be better off without you?”
His head dipped down, his eyes shutting.
“Oh, I see.” A defeated sigh bubbled out of Riza.
“Part of me knows that you care. Part of me thinks I’ve damaged us all.” The words trickled out slow and soft.
“I’m hurt but pain fades. I can’t hate you, Roy. I wanted to, however briefly. I can’t hate the fact that you have a friend like Maes who would do anything for you, even if it was never a sexual relationship again between you. You can’t dismiss feelings like this. It wouldn’t be fair, especially when love is so rare.”
Roy trembled, not sure what to say. She had turned the conversation to the place she said she hadn’t wanted to go but he didn’t stop her. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with two people and hurt everyone. You left me. Gracia’s left him. I’ve ruined everything.”
“It took both of you, Roy. It’s not all one you.” Riza capture his hand. “I haven’t left you.”
He covered his mouth, unsure of what might escape it. “Are you sure?”
“I think I’m learning that I can be…accepting of it.” Riza hesitated, her gaze dropping.
“I didn’t even dare dream of it.” The words choked out of him.
“I don’t want to lose you, Roy. The very thought hurts. I get sick, like I’m dying inside when I try to picture life without you in it.” Riza squeezed his hand harder. “Then I realize that I am forcing you to make a choice between me and Maes. It must be killing you.”
Roy’s chest heaved. “The choice is simple. I can’t ever really be with Maes, Riza. We all know that. I can’t even technically be with you so long as you’re in the military. Even if none of that was true and we could do what we want, I’d choose you.” The admission was hard
“And if you could have us both, no matter how secret?”
He blinked at her, too confused for words. Roy had to slowly gather them. “What are you saying?”
She lifted his hand to her lips, kissing it gently. “I love your hands,” she said, dodging his question. “Did you know that? As much as you hate them for being weapons, I love them.” Riza grazed another kiss over his skin. “I helped make them into the weapons they are and I see beyond that. I see them gentle and loving without their armor of ignition cloth. I love them. I love you and I’ve come to realize so does Maes. We both need you.”
“Then where does that leave us?”
Riza said nothing. Her pupils dilated, her breath hitching. Roy imagined he could hear her heart thumping. “I…no, it’s too weird.”
“What is?”
“If I say, you’ll wonder at my mind.”
“No, never.”
“I want to see you two together,” Riza whispered, going red from her hairline down to where her collar obscured her skin.
Roy’s jaw dropped. He didn’t know what to say, as if words were suddenly foreign to him. Of all the things he thought Riza would say, that never entered his mind. He couldn’t imagine her watching then suddenly he could. Blood rushed south at the thought. It was probably wrong but it excited him. What if she wanted to join in? Roy schooled the thought out of his mind before he embarrassed himself.
“Roy…please, say something.”
Her broken tone hurt him. Gazing deep into frightened brown depths, Roy knew she had exposed herself far too much for her own comfort. He kissed her gently. “I didn’t think you’d ever want that. I don’t know what Maes would say but I’d like that. If I’m going to be able to see you both, I want you to be easy with each other. If you want, I’ll ask Maes, see what he says.”
“Yes, do.” She ran a hand over his face, then caught his hands, lifting them to her lips. “This turns you on.”
“I…no…uh,” Roy stammered, not wanting her to think him even more perverse.
“I know you, Roy.” Riza smiled, the warmth of it spreading over him.
He flushed. “It’s a little hot.”
She kissed him. Her tongue swirled in his mouth, more reassuring than any words. “It is arousing,” she murmured.
His fingers curled in her hair. “Do you know how much I love you right now?”
Chapter Four
Gracia was surprised at the knock on her door. She wasn’t expecting guests. As she opened the door, she was shocked to see a young blonde standing there. Gracia recognized her from the pictures Maes had sent. She couldn’t fathom why Riza Hawkeye would visit her, mostly because Gracia didn’t want to fathom it. There was only one reason this particular soldier would be on her doorstep. Gracia stepped back. “You’re Hawkeye, right?”
The blonde nodded, coming insider. “I’m sorry to drop in on you like this. I had wanted to meet you when I returned from Ishbal but I was in the hospital. Hughes talked about you so much.”
“Oh, I…” Gracia didn’t know what to say. Pain, deeper, more expansive than she was prepared for filled her, hearing that Maes thought so highly of her to tell his comrades in arms. The tea whistle rescued her from having to talk. “I need to get that. Would you like some?” She didn’t know what made her ask. If Hawkeye said yes, then she’d be obliged to talk about things she didn’t want to.
“That would be nice.”
“Have a seat in the living room. I’ll bring it in.” Gracia kicked herself but she prepped the tea and carried the pot and some cups and sugar out on a tray. Gracia tried to pour like this was any teatime. “I’m guessing you’re here because of Maes.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.” Riza sighed and Gracia realized this was no easier on her. “He didn’t ask me to come. Please don’t think that.”
Gracia blew across her cup, the steam dancing. “That wouldn’t be his style. I’ve been expecting something flashier.”
Riza let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry but yes, I can see why. I don’t have to tell you Hughes adores you.”
“And I don’t have to tell you what he’s done,” Gracia replied grimly.
Riza set the cup down, unable to fake an interest in tea. “I know and I know it hurts.”
Gracia gazed at the other woman, wondering again what she wanted. Of course, if anyone could understand her, Hawkeye was the one. “How did you deal with it?”
Riza picked at invisible lint on her trousers. “Not well but I had the added distraction of the war. I couldn’t just walk away from it but I did close Roy off.” Riza’s gaze came up to meet Gracia’s and it was enough to make her squirm. “It was the wrong thing to do. Maes woke me up in the middle of the night just a few nights ago, very worried about Roy. He’s not like Maes. Roy goes to very dark places and we weren’t sure he’d live to get out of this one.” Riza paused as Gracia gasped. Gracia set her own cup down, not trusting her hand to hold it. “We’re working it out.”
“But he betrayed you.” Gracia kept her ‘with another man’ to herself as much as she wanted to scream it.
“He did but I’ve come to realize how much they care for each other.” Riza picked up her teacup again. “Roy has been suffering so much, taking all this blame onto his shoulders. It’s killing me watching him dying inside over this and now, to have to see Hughes do the same.” She sipped, her face pained. “I never thought I would ever see Hughes so low.”
Gracia couldn’t hold Riza’s gaze and she didn’t want to know any of this. How could Riza handle any of it? “Why are you telling me this?” She knew it sounded cold. She should care if Maes was suffering and she did but that only made Gracia angry.
“Because you need to know it, whether or not you want to.” Riza brushed a strand of her hair back. “I should go. I didn’t want our first meeting to be this awkward but…” She shrugged and got to her feet. “I’m not asking you to forgive him or even talk to him. I’m just saying you might want to at least do the latter.”
“Have you?” Gracia got up to escort her to the door. She didn’t want to know the answer but she couldn’t help herself.
“Yes, and I’ll be sitting down with them both.” Something odd fluttered by over Hawkeye’s face but Gracia couldn’t identify the emotion but only noted that it was strong. “But I’ve had more time to deal with this. Maybe it was the war but I’ve learned that life is far too fragile and real love too rare. I’m learning to accept it in its myriad of forms.”
Gracia caught herself swallowing down a little cry. How could Hawkeye come to this? Could she? Did she want to? Gracia couldn’t stop the tremor running through her. “I’m not there yet,” she said more to herself than to Hawkeye.
The blonde nodded. “I didn’t get here instantly but I love him too much to lose him. I used to look down on women who would do anything to just hold onto a man. If I thought this was some casual affair, I would never forgive him. It goes far beyond that.”
“For Maes to tell me.” Gracia paused, cupped her hands over her mouth as if to adjust the volume of her voice. “I knew it had to be something. I told him I would never see him again.” Gracia winced at the memory of it, the horrible look on Maes’ face. “Maybe now…maybe I will.”
“Then I’m glad I did come.” Riza sighed. “It’s not easy, none of this, not for us, not for them.”
“I guess it shouldn’t be easy,” Gracia said, wishing she could be more like this woman, brave enough to adapt. “Don’t tell him I’m reconsidering. I don’t know what I’ll do yet.”
“I won’t,” Riza promised and Gracia let her go. She went back to the living room, staring down at the tea set. Her life would never be simple again.
X X X
“She’s going to be here?” Maes eyed Roy as if he still didn’t believe this was going to happen.
Roy opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe. “She said so. I don’t know how she got to this point but I’m not going to argue it. We are lucky people.” He winced, realizing that was the wrong thing to say to Maes.
Hughes sighed, flopping down on the couch. “Gracia would never do this.”
Roy sat across from him on a chair. “You don’t know that. In Ishbal, I was sure Riza would never forgive me.” Roy stretched his feet out in front of him, contemplating his words carefully. “Riza spoke to Gracia.”
Maes’ eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “She what? Why?”
Roy held up a hand. “I didn’t ask her to, if that’s what you’re thinking. I supposed she felt if anyone could understand what Gracia is going through, it’s her.”
Maes nodded. “I suppose so. I just don’t know how to salvage things. Do I approach Gracia? Do I wait?”
“Wait. Let her think about what Riza had to say and then, if she doesn’t come around, give it one last try,” Roy suggested.
Maes ran a hand over his hair. “How did you get so smart?”
Roy grinned broadly. “Always have been. How could you never notice before?”
Snorting, Maes tossed a couch pillow at Roy. “To go with that arrogance.”
“Natural complement.” Roy’s grin broadened. “Are you nervous about this?”
“I go between turned on like crazy to scared to death.” Maes wiggled into the couch. “What if it doesn’t work or falls flat?”
“Oh, you just had to bring up impotence.” Roy huffed, tossing the pillow back. “Bastard. Now I’m going to be thinking about that all night.”
“Why does Riza want to do this?”
Roy shrugged. “I think she loves me. She doesn’t want me to choose between two illicit lovers and….I think this idea excites her, too.”
“And scares her.”
“Definitely.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. Roy made a nervous noise then went to answer it, wondering wildly if he could be so unlucky that this was anyone but Riza. She seemed somehow fragile, like a Xing doll, standing there in her white coat. He ushered her in quickly Riza shed her coat, leaving him breathless. He had never seen her in a dress as flashy as the red, lowly dipping one she wore now. The round moons of her breasts peeked out from the slashing neckline. Her shoes were flat. Roy figured heels would hurt her still-healing back but the flats took nothing away from the look.
“Roy.” Riza smiled. “I think you’re starting without everyone else.”
“You dress like that, hell yes I am.” He laughed, hooking his arm in hers as he escorted her into the living room. On his feet, Maes watched them expectantly. All three of them stood still for a moment as if trying to figure out what to say next. “I have wine open. Let me go get it. Sit.”
When Roy came back with the wine and glasses, he found Riza had claimed the chair across from Maes and they were talking quietly about nothing of any consequence. Roy approved of that. Idle chit chat would help relax him. He could kick Maes for bringing up impotency.
“Has Roy always been one to get lost in his alchemy books?” Maes winked at Riza over his wine glass.
She laughed. “Oh, always. He and Father would have starved without me.”
“Untrue,” Roy huffed, already seeing where this was going.
“It is true.” Riza sipped at her wine. “And if he was out of the lab, you knew it was going to be trouble. Want to tell Maes what you got stuck where, Roy?”
“No! You promised never to speak of that again!” Roy’s face flashed red.
She smirked. “No, you told me I was never speaking of it again.”
“You have to tell me.” Maes laughed.
Roy stabbed a finger at her. “Riza, don’t you dare.”
“It’s funny now but I’m sure it hurt,” Riza continued, ignoring him.
“Now I have to hear it.” Maes leaned closer.
“Do the words window…”
“Riza!” Roy roared. “And you quit making her tell.” He elbowed Maes in the ribs.
“Make me.”
Roy set his wine glass down and captured Maes’ chin, planting a deep kiss on his mobile mouth. Maes squirmed under him, trying to put the wine glass aside. The man’s strong arms went around Roy as the kiss deepened. Roy wondered if this was too soon but watching Riza out of the corner of his eye suggested otherwise. She was watching them with curious eyes.
Maes sucked Roy’s tongue into his mouth, hiking Roy half onto his lap. Roy could feel Maes’ interest pressing against his belly and the heat of Riza’s gaze on his skin, a heady combination. His own balls grew heavy as his cock perked up. Riza leaned over on her knees and he could look askance and see down her bodice. Having one lover’s hands on him and the other in sight sent blood waterfalling and pooling in very pleasant locales. Roy couldn’t swallow down the low long groan as Maes massaged him through his trousers.
Roy let his head loll over, looking at Riza with clouded eyes. “We should move to the bed room if you’re ready.”
As smile flickered across her face. “After you.”
X X X
Riza was afraid of feeling like the worst sort of intruder when she suggested this rendezvous. She was still unsure why she thought it was a good idea but the looks Roy and Maes stole her way while they were making out on the couch erased many of her doubts. They liked an audience. Somehow, this didn’t surprise her, at least where Roy was concerned. Well, Maes was a bit of a clown and that type liked their audience, too, she supposed.
Roy had brought one of the padded chairs from the living room into his bedroom before she had arrived. She suspected his home had never been this clean or perfectly arranged ever. Deliciously aware of the tingling ringing around her lower regions, Riza sat back on the chair, shoes kicked off, watching them on the bed. Their shirts had been lost but Maes retained his glasses. She wondered just how bad his vision was and how much he enjoyed actually being able to see Roy’s face while they were intimate. She couldn’t blame him. Roy was incredibly handsome touched with a blush of lust.
Judging from their tented trousers, both men were fully aroused as they nibbled and toyed with each other. Riza hadn’t realized how much Roy liked his nipples played with but then again all their encounters were in Ishbal and very rushed. Still, she would remember it, watching as Maes fingers teased and pulled on those pale pink pearls of flesh until Roy squirmed.
Their mouths still warring for domination, Roy fumbled open Maes’ trousers shoving them down roughly. Riza found it difficult to look at him, as if she were an intruder but it didn’t take long for Maes to bring her back to familiar ground as he all but tore Roy out of his pants. Only semi-familiar, Riza reminded herself. She had never seen Roy with any sort of light on, hadn’t seen the deep rose the first third of his penis took on, like an exotic flower dabbled with dew.
They were rougher with each other than Riza had even thought to be. Hand gripping and stroking hard, embraces half like wrestling moves, hungry gnashing mouths, but the groans and grunts held no hint of pain. Roy’s hand, that wonderful tool that both excited and frightened her, wrapped around both their cocks, rubbing them together as he stroked them. Maes leaned over, using his long reach to snag a small bottle off the night stand. Their mouths still fumbled while their hands worked. Roy arched against Maes, a low moan dribbling out of his mouth. Only then did she notice what Maes was doing with his finger and it suddenly occurred to her what was in the bottle. Roy had one like it in Ishbal for when they had tried alternative styles when the condom supply had run out.
Riza had never once considered that Roy would be the girl of the relationship. He was always so smoldering and dominant. Yes, he let her boss him around but she chalked that up to being stupid in love. It never occurred to her that he would want to let go and give himself over to someone, least of all Maes who seemed so laid back and easy going. As Maes slicked up his cock, Roy lounged indolently back on the bed, stroking himself slowly. He watched her and she grinned, aware of how wet she was. Riza shifted her hips trying to apply a little friction to her clit without having to reach up under her dress which was riding up anyhow. Her panties were damp and clingy, not at all the sensation she was after but she didn’t want to interrupt the men by getting up to take them off.
Roy’s dominance showed a little as he forced Maes down on the bed but the man captured Roy by the hips, hauling him closer. There was that same rough edge as Maes sucked and licked Roy’s shaft, his big hands pinning Roy down so he couldn’t shift his hips. “Enough, too much,” Roy muttered finally, worming away from all the intense attention. He straddled Maes’ hips, slowly lowering himself onto the man’s purplish cock. Listening to his soft moans, Riza watched the length of the cock disappearing inside her lover. There was no denying the passion Roy felt, painted brightly over all his features. Eyes closed, head back, Roy braced himself on Maes’ belly as he pumped his hips.
Maes rolled Roy onto the bedding, pumping harder now then slowing until Roy made irritated little growls, trying to get his lover to give him the friction he craved. They were so intent on each other now, Riza knew she was almost forgotten. Roy’s balls jiggled with every thrust Maes drove into him, the smaller man’s cock tapping out a rhythm on his flat, taut stomach. Her dress bunched around her hips now, Riza fluttered a touch over herself, coming almost instantly.
One of the reasons she chose this dress, other than knowing it would bring Roy to his knees, was that it was easy to shuck out of. Riza stripped to her panties, gartered stockings, and the unsexy bandages twirled around her torso before padding over to the bed. Reaching between them, she twisted one of Roy’s nipples, gently. His eyes flew open, his mouth a big ‘O’ of shock at the unexpected touch. Those dangerously seductive lips pulled into a wide smile as she trailed her fingers over Maes’ broad shoulders. He paused, his cock’s tip, brushing wet between Roy’s legs. Roy reached up, brushing her gauze-covered breasts with the back of his hand. She caught his hand, kissing it.
“Here.” Maes got on his knees, lifting Roy’s hips high, rolling his lover more onto the raven-haired man’s shoulders. Roy’s legs rested on Maes’ shoulders. “You can play, too.” He grinned wickedly at her as he sank down into Roy again.
Riza took a firm grip on Roy’s cock, having easier access to it now, stroking him slowly, listening to the irritated murmur bubble out of him, knowing he wanted her to go faster. Roy always did want more. His hand brushed up her thigh but she caught it before he could explore just how wet and ready she was. She lifted his hand to her lips. “They’re still beautiful.” She kissed his palm, as she ran the palm of her other hand over the hot head of his cock. “I love these weapons of yours.” Riza sucked one finger then two, increasing her speed on his shaft.
Working a third finger into her mouth, Riza tickled the tender spot under the head of Roy’s cock. His back arched stiffly, his breathing ragging. She had never been with him where he could be free, where they didn’t have to worry about noises alerting someone. Roy bellowed as he came hard, semen dashing over her finger, decorating his chest and face.
Maes chuckled lowly. “He’s really loving this.”
“Don’t…stop,” Roy panted at them, “Either of you.”
Maes hefted him up higher and Riza let go of Roy’s hand so she could massage his jewels as Maes pounded into him harder. Roy’s body shuddered again, leaving him inarticulate then almost boneless as he lolled on the bed. Maes let Roy down, his own body covering Roy’s. Riza stroked Maes’ back as his own orgasm thundered through him. The two men lay on the bed, spent.
“That was…amazing,” Roy finally managed to say, his hand aimlessly caressing her leg.
“Absolutely.” Maes dragged himself out of bed, stumbling into the master bath. He reappeared briefly to toss Riza a towel then retreated back into the bath. She heard the water running.
She started to clean Roy up, leaning close to him to whisper, “You two are beautiful together.”
He languidly stroked her hair. “Not as beautiful as you.” Roy pulled her down gently for a kiss.
Riza kissed him, tasting a hint of Maes’ on his lips. His hand curled under her panties, swirling a finger over her swollen clit. It didn’t take him more than a few moments to make her orgasm again. He kissed her thigh, laughing lightly against her skin. “Wish I could see all of you,” he muttered then sucked the garter’s snap into his mouth. He got one side opened with his tongue but needed his fingers to do the under side. Roy rolled his lips over his teeth before lipping up the heavy edge of her stocking. He knew better than to snag it. He was sliding it off her leg with lips and fingers, nudging her hand with his hips as if to say, ‘play with me,’ when Maes came back out.
He lounged against the door frame. “Are you winding him up again? That can be a dangerous proposition.” Maes chuckled.
“I know.” Riza let Roy dance the one stocking off while she undid the snaps to the other. Roy caught her fingers as she edged it half way down and finished the job himself. “Though his stamina is impressive.”
“Frightening, really.”
“I’m ignoring you two,” Roy proclaimed, letting her stocking fall.
“I highly doubt that,” Maes scoffed.
Roy waved him off, propping himself up against the headboard. He scooped Riza onto his belly. She straddled him, resting herself a little more on him than she wanted to but he didn’t seem to mind. Roy ran a hand down her arm. “Do you feel up to playing, however gently?” Riza caught his hand again, popping his thumb into her mouth as an answer. “She likes my hands.”
Maes sat on the bed, kissing Riza’s cheek. He took Roy’s other hand, caressing it. “How could she not? Power is sexy and you have that and then some in these hands.” He rubbed the skin over Roy’s knuckles. “Your hands are almost soft. They don’t look threatening but we know the power that’s in them.”
Roy freed his hand from Maes. “These hands scare me sometimes.” He stroked those fingers over Riza’s damp panties, making her sigh. “But not tonight.” Roy tenderly urged Riza up onto her knees. He nodded to Maes. “Can he finish undressing you?”
Riza barely even thought before agreeing. She helped Maes take off her panties and garter belt, hating that he had to see her for the first time looking like this, half covered in dressings. It was Roy’s first time seeing all of her in the light. “I look like something that escaped from a horror movie.”
“You are beautiful,” Maes told her before Roy could. “These bandages will come off and I’ll bet you’re radiant.”
Riza felt the blush going from her face all the way down to the gauze covering her. “You talk a lot, Maes, but often you say exactly the right thing.”
Roy reached up and scrubbed his hand over Maes’ stubbly chin. “Yes, he does.”
Maes smiled down at Roy then caught Riza’s chin, tipping it up so he could kiss her. Riza’s tongue danced in Maes’ mouth as Roy thumbed her clit with those marvelous fingers of his. He slid one inside of her then another, moving easily into her slick depths. He pulsed those fingers in and out almost with the same rhythm Maes’ tongue pushed in and out of her mouth. Roy’s finger kept up its circular motion until her toes curled into the bedding. Maes’ strong hands closed over her upper arms, helping to hold her up as the orgasm ran through her.
Riza could feel Roy’s penis starting to harden again, prodding her backside. She wanted to reach around and stroke him but that was too difficult with her back so she leaned forward, kissing him as she reached for Maes’ cock. Both of them were so into being here with each other and her, it took no time for her to fully awaken him.
Letting go of Maes, Riza twisted around, lying atop Roy as she took his cock into her mouth. Salty and warm, she whirled her tongue over and down it as his own mouth found her folds, his tongue tripping over them. His tongue pushed into her as she sucked him greedily the way she had seen Maes doing it. The other man was out of her limited visual range at the moment and Riza wondered what he was doing. Stroking himself while watching? The idea pleased her.
Every so often, Roy’s fingers would replace his mouth, touching her with faltering steps. She glanced back just to see what he was doing, understanding his distraction when she saw he was alternating going down on her with sucking off Maes. Ambitious and talented, that was Roy all over. Riza inched away from him, her back starting to hurt. “Can’t stay like this much longer.”
Roy let Maes go, sitting up. He cradled her. “It’s all right. We can stop.”
She knew he couldn’t at this point but she wasn’t willing to surrender him to Maes again. Riza had needs of her own. “Don’t want to stop.” She nipped his chin. “I want you inside me.” She glanced over her shoulder and said before she knew it, “Both of you.” Riza wondered if she had pushed too far when both men stared at her slack-jawed. She could see the wheels whirling in their heads. Say no, be gentleman-like. That idea was abandoned as was she as they tore into Roy’s bed stand looking for condoms.
She shook her head. Men were infinitely silly creatures, especially about sex. Crawling up the bed, Riza made Maes sit back against the headboard. The look in his and Roy’s eyes were so excited she doubted they could last very long, just as well given how her back was beginning to feel. Riza glanced at Roy, wondering what position he wanted. He gestured for her to continue.
Tentatively, she positioned herself over Maes, sliding himself inside her. His fingers threaded through her hair as she slowly rocked her hips on him. Out of the corner of her eye, Riza saw Roy had the little bottle of lotion. He circled a finger around her ring of muscle then leaned close to her ear, “If this is too much, tell us to stop.”
“Feels good so far,” she rasped, tensing a little not sure what it would feel like to have the two of them at the same time. She gasped slightly at the feel of him pushing into her. Heat and a little pain radiated through her and Riza heard one of them calling her name. “I’m fine,” she assured them. “Just move, please.”
The sensation was amazing, addicting even. The sheer fullness of having both of them made her body thrum. She could feel their cocks all but meeting at a place deep inside her. Riza was glad she hadn’t let momentary fear talk her out of experiencing this. Hands supported her, Roy’s on her hips just below the bandages, Maes’ on her arms. Riza knew at this point she needed their support, wanting to be loose and free, doing nothing but concentrating on their rhythm and the abundance of sensations rocking her. Resting her head on Maes’ chest, Riza cried out, going to liquid.
As she predicted, it didn’t take them long to finish up either. They gently put her on the bed and cleaned up around her. Riza dozed contentedly, the afterglow slowly fading. When it did, she found herself curled up with Roy who was sandwiched between her and Maes. She ran a finger along his jaw line. “Look at this face.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look so happy and satisfied,” Maes said.
“Oh, I have once or twice,” Riza said and at Maes’ quirked up eyebrow, she added. “When new alchemy goes right for the very first time.”
“Our little alchemy freak.” Maes kissed Roy’s forehead.
“Still ignoring you two,” Roy replied.
“Not a chance,” Riza said, snuggling up with them. She closed her eyes, a happy sigh escaping her.
X X X
“You don’t have to walk me home. I am armed you know,” Riza said as Roy opened the door.
“It’s night and yes, we do,” Roy said, peering outside. No one seemed to be around and maybe it would look less suspicious with three of them on the street. Not too many would suspect what they had been up to, after all.
“It can be ugly out here,” Maes added, stepping outside when Roy gave the all clear. “But the gun, that’s just sort of hot.” Roy nodded frantically in agreement.
Rolling her eyes at them, Riza consented to the walk and Roy wished he could have gotten her a cab but the hour was too late. He knew her back hurt her but she didn’t complain as she walked. They got her home then Maes headed back to his own apartment, leaving Roy alone under the full moon. The night had been better than he could ever have hoped for. Parts of their lives were whole again, hell they were even better than that. He felt happier than he had in ages.
Looking at all the darkened lights in all the homes he passed as he walked, Roy felt his joy ebb. He wasn’t in his home with his lovers, lights off, happily asleep. He never would be. If things remained as they were, they would never spend a night with him. Suddenly going home to an apartment smelling of sex, haunted with sweet memories, felt wrong. Roy turned a corner and headed back to the one place he felt home any more. He just hoped the bartender wouldn’t have to call Maes in a few hours to help him stumble home.
Bitter Trials
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating – NC-17
Pairing - Maes/Roy, Roy/Riza, Maes/Riza/Roy, implied Maes/Gracia
Time Line - Ishbal, manga-verse (with hints of anime)
Summary – The Soldiers are not fitting back into civilian life after the war and their relationships with each other have crumbled.
Author’s Note – written for Kink_bingo for a simultaneous line bingo using hand fetish and double penetration. It’s fifth in the series but you don’t need to read the others. All you need to know is that during the war Roy was having a relationship with both Riza and Maes and when she found out about it, Riza didn’t react well. This takes place soon after they get home. If you want to read the others you can find
the Uncharted Series here (note, Delicate Entanglements needs Retconned)
Chapter Three
Roy wondered if becoming a lieutenant colonel was worth it. Who knew there’d be so much damn paper work and it would only get worse when they finally settled on a command for him.
“More paperwork for you to sign, sir.”
Roy jumped at the sound of Riza’s voice. He boggled at her presence in his office, in uniform. Shouldn’t she still be recovering?
“I’ve been temporarily assigned as your aide, sir,” she said as if reading his mind.
“I didn’t realize you were back on duty, Hawkeye.” So much for his debonair demeanor.
“My first day.” Riza set the stack of files on his desk. Her eyes cut over to him and he looked away. He had hurt her in so many ways and he wasn’t ready to face her.
“There’s not much to do.” He decided being business like was his best bet. “This is just a temporary office until I move on.” Roy winced. Obviously she already knew that much.
“On the contrary, there is a lot to do.” She pointed to the dangerously high pile of paperwork on his desk. “And we need to set up what you’ll need when you get to your permanent assignment.”
Roy sighed. “All boring stuff.”
“I suspect you’ll be saying that often.” Riza sat in the chair opposite his desk. “I know you too well. You hate being bored, which translates into your adjutant wanting to kill you and you trying to push off work on whoever is too slow to dodge it.”
“I will not,” Roy huffed and she just favored him with a bland look. She knew him far too well for that to work. “Find, speaking of which let’s fine some volunteers. Do you want to make being my aide a permanent deal?” He asked it lightly, hoping she’d say yes, praying she wouldn’t read more into it, like anything revolving around their mess of a personal life. What would he do if she said no?
“If they allow it, I don’t see how you’ll survive without someone to push you so it might as well be me. If nothing else, I know how to make you jump,” she replied coolly.
He snorted. “Mostly you used fear of your father to move me.”
Her smile was predatory and beads of sweat popped out on his skin. “Now I fear of gun on my side.”
“Moving right along.” Roy held up a hand in surrender. “See if we can get that sniper. He was a hell of a shot, you know the one, the blond chain smoker, the one I didn’t ever understand how the Ishbalans didn’t find him by the smell of cigarettes alone.”
Riza flipped open a notepad. “His name is Jean Havoc.”
“Anything I should know about him?”
“Good soldier.” Her eyes met his. “He’s loyal. He’d be good for the things you have in mind. The downside is that he does chain smoke and he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”
“That’s easily balanced out.” Roy shrugged. “Another soldier caught my eye in the desert, Breda. I’d like to see his personal file.” They haggled back and forth over other possibilities, Riza dutifully taking down names. Finally, they ran out of business to discuss. Roy glanced at her shyly then whispered. “Riza, you and I need to talk.”
“Not here, not now.” She wrote something on a piece of paper. His place tonight with the caveat that they would not be talking about their relationship. So what the hell would they talk about?
He nodded, rolled the paper and set it on fire, dropping it into the trash can. “Can I toss in some of this paperwork?”
“If you’re going to make a habit of asking me that, I won’t be your adjutant.”
Roy just sighed. The evening couldn’t come fast enough.
X X X
Roy tried to force himself to eat and failed. It took even more effort not to drink. Riza was coming. He couldn’t be drunk. He changed out of his uniform, showered and found his best causal clothing, frowning when it sagged on his frame. He had lost too much weight.
As he dragged a comb through his hair, Roy wondered why he was bothering. He had made such a mess. And yet Riza had given him hope today, a flickering match’s worth of light in his darkness. Roy flung himself on the couch, knowing he was wrinkling his clothes but part of him didn’t give a care. Tossing his wrists over his eyes, Roy mulled over the last several weeks. It took supreme effort to keep himself under control. He would not meet Riza with reddened eyes.
He hung back a moment when he heard the knock. He didn’t want to appear desperate.
Even though he knew Riza was coming over, he didn’t recognize her when she appeared on his doorstep, long red hair peeking out from under a smart little hat. Extravagant rhinestone glasses perched on her nose. Roy didn’t have to work hard to summon up a smile for her as he stepped back to let her in. Riza didn’t look to be in a romantic mood, a somberness veiling her pretty features. Roy didn’t mind. He didn’t deserve romances so he fumbled for something to say. “They have you assigned wrong. You should probably be with Hughes in Investigations.”
Her eyes widened as Riza took off the hat and wig. “Is that where he’s going?”
Roy nodded. “But no final word on where I’m headed.” He took her coat. “Would you like tea or something stronger?”
“Stronger,” she said, surprising him. He had rarely seen the young woman drink.
“Are you feeling all right, Riza?”
“Just a little tired,” she admitted, sitting on his couch. “And very sore.”
Roy decanted some whiskey into two glasses. Handing Riza hers, he hesitantly eyed the couch, wondering if he should sit or not. Her eyes gave him permission and he settled next to her. “I’m so sorry, Riza.”
“For what?” Her face twisted as she tasted the bitter smoky liquor.
“For hurting you.”
“I’m the one who said you had to do it.” Riza’s eyes dimmed as she remembered the dead child she had buried.
Roy touched her cheek. “That isn’t what I meant.”
Riza nodded hurriedly, not looking at him. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do that regardless. I’m sorry,” she said quickly, making good her warning earlier that she wasn’t ready to talk about the love triangle. “Maes was worried about you.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. After several long moments, he finally sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Riza. I’ve made a mess that I can’t fix.”
“It’s…Roy, Maes told me you’ve been in such a dark place. He’s afraid you’ll hurt yourself,” she faltered, the pain in her eyes haunting him.
Roy scowled. “He should have kept his mouth shut.”
“No, he should and he obviously loves you, you fool.” Riza’s brown eyes narrowed, heat radiating out of their depths. “So do I. Did you ever give how we felt a moment’s thought or did you simply decide you knew best and that we’d be better off without you?”
His head dipped down, his eyes shutting.
“Oh, I see.” A defeated sigh bubbled out of Riza.
“Part of me knows that you care. Part of me thinks I’ve damaged us all.” The words trickled out slow and soft.
“I’m hurt but pain fades. I can’t hate you, Roy. I wanted to, however briefly. I can’t hate the fact that you have a friend like Maes who would do anything for you, even if it was never a sexual relationship again between you. You can’t dismiss feelings like this. It wouldn’t be fair, especially when love is so rare.”
Roy trembled, not sure what to say. She had turned the conversation to the place she said she hadn’t wanted to go but he didn’t stop her. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with two people and hurt everyone. You left me. Gracia’s left him. I’ve ruined everything.”
“It took both of you, Roy. It’s not all one you.” Riza capture his hand. “I haven’t left you.”
He covered his mouth, unsure of what might escape it. “Are you sure?”
“I think I’m learning that I can be…accepting of it.” Riza hesitated, her gaze dropping.
“I didn’t even dare dream of it.” The words choked out of him.
“I don’t want to lose you, Roy. The very thought hurts. I get sick, like I’m dying inside when I try to picture life without you in it.” Riza squeezed his hand harder. “Then I realize that I am forcing you to make a choice between me and Maes. It must be killing you.”
Roy’s chest heaved. “The choice is simple. I can’t ever really be with Maes, Riza. We all know that. I can’t even technically be with you so long as you’re in the military. Even if none of that was true and we could do what we want, I’d choose you.” The admission was hard
“And if you could have us both, no matter how secret?”
He blinked at her, too confused for words. Roy had to slowly gather them. “What are you saying?”
She lifted his hand to her lips, kissing it gently. “I love your hands,” she said, dodging his question. “Did you know that? As much as you hate them for being weapons, I love them.” Riza grazed another kiss over his skin. “I helped make them into the weapons they are and I see beyond that. I see them gentle and loving without their armor of ignition cloth. I love them. I love you and I’ve come to realize so does Maes. We both need you.”
“Then where does that leave us?”
Riza said nothing. Her pupils dilated, her breath hitching. Roy imagined he could hear her heart thumping. “I…no, it’s too weird.”
“What is?”
“If I say, you’ll wonder at my mind.”
“No, never.”
“I want to see you two together,” Riza whispered, going red from her hairline down to where her collar obscured her skin.
Roy’s jaw dropped. He didn’t know what to say, as if words were suddenly foreign to him. Of all the things he thought Riza would say, that never entered his mind. He couldn’t imagine her watching then suddenly he could. Blood rushed south at the thought. It was probably wrong but it excited him. What if she wanted to join in? Roy schooled the thought out of his mind before he embarrassed himself.
“Roy…please, say something.”
Her broken tone hurt him. Gazing deep into frightened brown depths, Roy knew she had exposed herself far too much for her own comfort. He kissed her gently. “I didn’t think you’d ever want that. I don’t know what Maes would say but I’d like that. If I’m going to be able to see you both, I want you to be easy with each other. If you want, I’ll ask Maes, see what he says.”
“Yes, do.” She ran a hand over his face, then caught his hands, lifting them to her lips. “This turns you on.”
“I…no…uh,” Roy stammered, not wanting her to think him even more perverse.
“I know you, Roy.” Riza smiled, the warmth of it spreading over him.
He flushed. “It’s a little hot.”
She kissed him. Her tongue swirled in his mouth, more reassuring than any words. “It is arousing,” she murmured.
His fingers curled in her hair. “Do you know how much I love you right now?”
Chapter Four
Gracia was surprised at the knock on her door. She wasn’t expecting guests. As she opened the door, she was shocked to see a young blonde standing there. Gracia recognized her from the pictures Maes had sent. She couldn’t fathom why Riza Hawkeye would visit her, mostly because Gracia didn’t want to fathom it. There was only one reason this particular soldier would be on her doorstep. Gracia stepped back. “You’re Hawkeye, right?”
The blonde nodded, coming insider. “I’m sorry to drop in on you like this. I had wanted to meet you when I returned from Ishbal but I was in the hospital. Hughes talked about you so much.”
“Oh, I…” Gracia didn’t know what to say. Pain, deeper, more expansive than she was prepared for filled her, hearing that Maes thought so highly of her to tell his comrades in arms. The tea whistle rescued her from having to talk. “I need to get that. Would you like some?” She didn’t know what made her ask. If Hawkeye said yes, then she’d be obliged to talk about things she didn’t want to.
“That would be nice.”
“Have a seat in the living room. I’ll bring it in.” Gracia kicked herself but she prepped the tea and carried the pot and some cups and sugar out on a tray. Gracia tried to pour like this was any teatime. “I’m guessing you’re here because of Maes.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.” Riza sighed and Gracia realized this was no easier on her. “He didn’t ask me to come. Please don’t think that.”
Gracia blew across her cup, the steam dancing. “That wouldn’t be his style. I’ve been expecting something flashier.”
Riza let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry but yes, I can see why. I don’t have to tell you Hughes adores you.”
“And I don’t have to tell you what he’s done,” Gracia replied grimly.
Riza set the cup down, unable to fake an interest in tea. “I know and I know it hurts.”
Gracia gazed at the other woman, wondering again what she wanted. Of course, if anyone could understand her, Hawkeye was the one. “How did you deal with it?”
Riza picked at invisible lint on her trousers. “Not well but I had the added distraction of the war. I couldn’t just walk away from it but I did close Roy off.” Riza’s gaze came up to meet Gracia’s and it was enough to make her squirm. “It was the wrong thing to do. Maes woke me up in the middle of the night just a few nights ago, very worried about Roy. He’s not like Maes. Roy goes to very dark places and we weren’t sure he’d live to get out of this one.” Riza paused as Gracia gasped. Gracia set her own cup down, not trusting her hand to hold it. “We’re working it out.”
“But he betrayed you.” Gracia kept her ‘with another man’ to herself as much as she wanted to scream it.
“He did but I’ve come to realize how much they care for each other.” Riza picked up her teacup again. “Roy has been suffering so much, taking all this blame onto his shoulders. It’s killing me watching him dying inside over this and now, to have to see Hughes do the same.” She sipped, her face pained. “I never thought I would ever see Hughes so low.”
Gracia couldn’t hold Riza’s gaze and she didn’t want to know any of this. How could Riza handle any of it? “Why are you telling me this?” She knew it sounded cold. She should care if Maes was suffering and she did but that only made Gracia angry.
“Because you need to know it, whether or not you want to.” Riza brushed a strand of her hair back. “I should go. I didn’t want our first meeting to be this awkward but…” She shrugged and got to her feet. “I’m not asking you to forgive him or even talk to him. I’m just saying you might want to at least do the latter.”
“Have you?” Gracia got up to escort her to the door. She didn’t want to know the answer but she couldn’t help herself.
“Yes, and I’ll be sitting down with them both.” Something odd fluttered by over Hawkeye’s face but Gracia couldn’t identify the emotion but only noted that it was strong. “But I’ve had more time to deal with this. Maybe it was the war but I’ve learned that life is far too fragile and real love too rare. I’m learning to accept it in its myriad of forms.”
Gracia caught herself swallowing down a little cry. How could Hawkeye come to this? Could she? Did she want to? Gracia couldn’t stop the tremor running through her. “I’m not there yet,” she said more to herself than to Hawkeye.
The blonde nodded. “I didn’t get here instantly but I love him too much to lose him. I used to look down on women who would do anything to just hold onto a man. If I thought this was some casual affair, I would never forgive him. It goes far beyond that.”
“For Maes to tell me.” Gracia paused, cupped her hands over her mouth as if to adjust the volume of her voice. “I knew it had to be something. I told him I would never see him again.” Gracia winced at the memory of it, the horrible look on Maes’ face. “Maybe now…maybe I will.”
“Then I’m glad I did come.” Riza sighed. “It’s not easy, none of this, not for us, not for them.”
“I guess it shouldn’t be easy,” Gracia said, wishing she could be more like this woman, brave enough to adapt. “Don’t tell him I’m reconsidering. I don’t know what I’ll do yet.”
“I won’t,” Riza promised and Gracia let her go. She went back to the living room, staring down at the tea set. Her life would never be simple again.
X X X
“She’s going to be here?” Maes eyed Roy as if he still didn’t believe this was going to happen.
Roy opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe. “She said so. I don’t know how she got to this point but I’m not going to argue it. We are lucky people.” He winced, realizing that was the wrong thing to say to Maes.
Hughes sighed, flopping down on the couch. “Gracia would never do this.”
Roy sat across from him on a chair. “You don’t know that. In Ishbal, I was sure Riza would never forgive me.” Roy stretched his feet out in front of him, contemplating his words carefully. “Riza spoke to Gracia.”
Maes’ eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “She what? Why?”
Roy held up a hand. “I didn’t ask her to, if that’s what you’re thinking. I supposed she felt if anyone could understand what Gracia is going through, it’s her.”
Maes nodded. “I suppose so. I just don’t know how to salvage things. Do I approach Gracia? Do I wait?”
“Wait. Let her think about what Riza had to say and then, if she doesn’t come around, give it one last try,” Roy suggested.
Maes ran a hand over his hair. “How did you get so smart?”
Roy grinned broadly. “Always have been. How could you never notice before?”
Snorting, Maes tossed a couch pillow at Roy. “To go with that arrogance.”
“Natural complement.” Roy’s grin broadened. “Are you nervous about this?”
“I go between turned on like crazy to scared to death.” Maes wiggled into the couch. “What if it doesn’t work or falls flat?”
“Oh, you just had to bring up impotence.” Roy huffed, tossing the pillow back. “Bastard. Now I’m going to be thinking about that all night.”
“Why does Riza want to do this?”
Roy shrugged. “I think she loves me. She doesn’t want me to choose between two illicit lovers and….I think this idea excites her, too.”
“And scares her.”
“Definitely.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. Roy made a nervous noise then went to answer it, wondering wildly if he could be so unlucky that this was anyone but Riza. She seemed somehow fragile, like a Xing doll, standing there in her white coat. He ushered her in quickly Riza shed her coat, leaving him breathless. He had never seen her in a dress as flashy as the red, lowly dipping one she wore now. The round moons of her breasts peeked out from the slashing neckline. Her shoes were flat. Roy figured heels would hurt her still-healing back but the flats took nothing away from the look.
“Roy.” Riza smiled. “I think you’re starting without everyone else.”
“You dress like that, hell yes I am.” He laughed, hooking his arm in hers as he escorted her into the living room. On his feet, Maes watched them expectantly. All three of them stood still for a moment as if trying to figure out what to say next. “I have wine open. Let me go get it. Sit.”
When Roy came back with the wine and glasses, he found Riza had claimed the chair across from Maes and they were talking quietly about nothing of any consequence. Roy approved of that. Idle chit chat would help relax him. He could kick Maes for bringing up impotency.
“Has Roy always been one to get lost in his alchemy books?” Maes winked at Riza over his wine glass.
She laughed. “Oh, always. He and Father would have starved without me.”
“Untrue,” Roy huffed, already seeing where this was going.
“It is true.” Riza sipped at her wine. “And if he was out of the lab, you knew it was going to be trouble. Want to tell Maes what you got stuck where, Roy?”
“No! You promised never to speak of that again!” Roy’s face flashed red.
She smirked. “No, you told me I was never speaking of it again.”
“You have to tell me.” Maes laughed.
Roy stabbed a finger at her. “Riza, don’t you dare.”
“It’s funny now but I’m sure it hurt,” Riza continued, ignoring him.
“Now I have to hear it.” Maes leaned closer.
“Do the words window…”
“Riza!” Roy roared. “And you quit making her tell.” He elbowed Maes in the ribs.
“Make me.”
Roy set his wine glass down and captured Maes’ chin, planting a deep kiss on his mobile mouth. Maes squirmed under him, trying to put the wine glass aside. The man’s strong arms went around Roy as the kiss deepened. Roy wondered if this was too soon but watching Riza out of the corner of his eye suggested otherwise. She was watching them with curious eyes.
Maes sucked Roy’s tongue into his mouth, hiking Roy half onto his lap. Roy could feel Maes’ interest pressing against his belly and the heat of Riza’s gaze on his skin, a heady combination. His own balls grew heavy as his cock perked up. Riza leaned over on her knees and he could look askance and see down her bodice. Having one lover’s hands on him and the other in sight sent blood waterfalling and pooling in very pleasant locales. Roy couldn’t swallow down the low long groan as Maes massaged him through his trousers.
Roy let his head loll over, looking at Riza with clouded eyes. “We should move to the bed room if you’re ready.”
As smile flickered across her face. “After you.”
X X X
Riza was afraid of feeling like the worst sort of intruder when she suggested this rendezvous. She was still unsure why she thought it was a good idea but the looks Roy and Maes stole her way while they were making out on the couch erased many of her doubts. They liked an audience. Somehow, this didn’t surprise her, at least where Roy was concerned. Well, Maes was a bit of a clown and that type liked their audience, too, she supposed.
Roy had brought one of the padded chairs from the living room into his bedroom before she had arrived. She suspected his home had never been this clean or perfectly arranged ever. Deliciously aware of the tingling ringing around her lower regions, Riza sat back on the chair, shoes kicked off, watching them on the bed. Their shirts had been lost but Maes retained his glasses. She wondered just how bad his vision was and how much he enjoyed actually being able to see Roy’s face while they were intimate. She couldn’t blame him. Roy was incredibly handsome touched with a blush of lust.
Judging from their tented trousers, both men were fully aroused as they nibbled and toyed with each other. Riza hadn’t realized how much Roy liked his nipples played with but then again all their encounters were in Ishbal and very rushed. Still, she would remember it, watching as Maes fingers teased and pulled on those pale pink pearls of flesh until Roy squirmed.
Their mouths still warring for domination, Roy fumbled open Maes’ trousers shoving them down roughly. Riza found it difficult to look at him, as if she were an intruder but it didn’t take long for Maes to bring her back to familiar ground as he all but tore Roy out of his pants. Only semi-familiar, Riza reminded herself. She had never seen Roy with any sort of light on, hadn’t seen the deep rose the first third of his penis took on, like an exotic flower dabbled with dew.
They were rougher with each other than Riza had even thought to be. Hand gripping and stroking hard, embraces half like wrestling moves, hungry gnashing mouths, but the groans and grunts held no hint of pain. Roy’s hand, that wonderful tool that both excited and frightened her, wrapped around both their cocks, rubbing them together as he stroked them. Maes leaned over, using his long reach to snag a small bottle off the night stand. Their mouths still fumbled while their hands worked. Roy arched against Maes, a low moan dribbling out of his mouth. Only then did she notice what Maes was doing with his finger and it suddenly occurred to her what was in the bottle. Roy had one like it in Ishbal for when they had tried alternative styles when the condom supply had run out.
Riza had never once considered that Roy would be the girl of the relationship. He was always so smoldering and dominant. Yes, he let her boss him around but she chalked that up to being stupid in love. It never occurred to her that he would want to let go and give himself over to someone, least of all Maes who seemed so laid back and easy going. As Maes slicked up his cock, Roy lounged indolently back on the bed, stroking himself slowly. He watched her and she grinned, aware of how wet she was. Riza shifted her hips trying to apply a little friction to her clit without having to reach up under her dress which was riding up anyhow. Her panties were damp and clingy, not at all the sensation she was after but she didn’t want to interrupt the men by getting up to take them off.
Roy’s dominance showed a little as he forced Maes down on the bed but the man captured Roy by the hips, hauling him closer. There was that same rough edge as Maes sucked and licked Roy’s shaft, his big hands pinning Roy down so he couldn’t shift his hips. “Enough, too much,” Roy muttered finally, worming away from all the intense attention. He straddled Maes’ hips, slowly lowering himself onto the man’s purplish cock. Listening to his soft moans, Riza watched the length of the cock disappearing inside her lover. There was no denying the passion Roy felt, painted brightly over all his features. Eyes closed, head back, Roy braced himself on Maes’ belly as he pumped his hips.
Maes rolled Roy onto the bedding, pumping harder now then slowing until Roy made irritated little growls, trying to get his lover to give him the friction he craved. They were so intent on each other now, Riza knew she was almost forgotten. Roy’s balls jiggled with every thrust Maes drove into him, the smaller man’s cock tapping out a rhythm on his flat, taut stomach. Her dress bunched around her hips now, Riza fluttered a touch over herself, coming almost instantly.
One of the reasons she chose this dress, other than knowing it would bring Roy to his knees, was that it was easy to shuck out of. Riza stripped to her panties, gartered stockings, and the unsexy bandages twirled around her torso before padding over to the bed. Reaching between them, she twisted one of Roy’s nipples, gently. His eyes flew open, his mouth a big ‘O’ of shock at the unexpected touch. Those dangerously seductive lips pulled into a wide smile as she trailed her fingers over Maes’ broad shoulders. He paused, his cock’s tip, brushing wet between Roy’s legs. Roy reached up, brushing her gauze-covered breasts with the back of his hand. She caught his hand, kissing it.
“Here.” Maes got on his knees, lifting Roy’s hips high, rolling his lover more onto the raven-haired man’s shoulders. Roy’s legs rested on Maes’ shoulders. “You can play, too.” He grinned wickedly at her as he sank down into Roy again.
Riza took a firm grip on Roy’s cock, having easier access to it now, stroking him slowly, listening to the irritated murmur bubble out of him, knowing he wanted her to go faster. Roy always did want more. His hand brushed up her thigh but she caught it before he could explore just how wet and ready she was. She lifted his hand to her lips. “They’re still beautiful.” She kissed his palm, as she ran the palm of her other hand over the hot head of his cock. “I love these weapons of yours.” Riza sucked one finger then two, increasing her speed on his shaft.
Working a third finger into her mouth, Riza tickled the tender spot under the head of Roy’s cock. His back arched stiffly, his breathing ragging. She had never been with him where he could be free, where they didn’t have to worry about noises alerting someone. Roy bellowed as he came hard, semen dashing over her finger, decorating his chest and face.
Maes chuckled lowly. “He’s really loving this.”
“Don’t…stop,” Roy panted at them, “Either of you.”
Maes hefted him up higher and Riza let go of Roy’s hand so she could massage his jewels as Maes pounded into him harder. Roy’s body shuddered again, leaving him inarticulate then almost boneless as he lolled on the bed. Maes let Roy down, his own body covering Roy’s. Riza stroked Maes’ back as his own orgasm thundered through him. The two men lay on the bed, spent.
“That was…amazing,” Roy finally managed to say, his hand aimlessly caressing her leg.
“Absolutely.” Maes dragged himself out of bed, stumbling into the master bath. He reappeared briefly to toss Riza a towel then retreated back into the bath. She heard the water running.
She started to clean Roy up, leaning close to him to whisper, “You two are beautiful together.”
He languidly stroked her hair. “Not as beautiful as you.” Roy pulled her down gently for a kiss.
Riza kissed him, tasting a hint of Maes’ on his lips. His hand curled under her panties, swirling a finger over her swollen clit. It didn’t take him more than a few moments to make her orgasm again. He kissed her thigh, laughing lightly against her skin. “Wish I could see all of you,” he muttered then sucked the garter’s snap into his mouth. He got one side opened with his tongue but needed his fingers to do the under side. Roy rolled his lips over his teeth before lipping up the heavy edge of her stocking. He knew better than to snag it. He was sliding it off her leg with lips and fingers, nudging her hand with his hips as if to say, ‘play with me,’ when Maes came back out.
He lounged against the door frame. “Are you winding him up again? That can be a dangerous proposition.” Maes chuckled.
“I know.” Riza let Roy dance the one stocking off while she undid the snaps to the other. Roy caught her fingers as she edged it half way down and finished the job himself. “Though his stamina is impressive.”
“Frightening, really.”
“I’m ignoring you two,” Roy proclaimed, letting her stocking fall.
“I highly doubt that,” Maes scoffed.
Roy waved him off, propping himself up against the headboard. He scooped Riza onto his belly. She straddled him, resting herself a little more on him than she wanted to but he didn’t seem to mind. Roy ran a hand down her arm. “Do you feel up to playing, however gently?” Riza caught his hand again, popping his thumb into her mouth as an answer. “She likes my hands.”
Maes sat on the bed, kissing Riza’s cheek. He took Roy’s other hand, caressing it. “How could she not? Power is sexy and you have that and then some in these hands.” He rubbed the skin over Roy’s knuckles. “Your hands are almost soft. They don’t look threatening but we know the power that’s in them.”
Roy freed his hand from Maes. “These hands scare me sometimes.” He stroked those fingers over Riza’s damp panties, making her sigh. “But not tonight.” Roy tenderly urged Riza up onto her knees. He nodded to Maes. “Can he finish undressing you?”
Riza barely even thought before agreeing. She helped Maes take off her panties and garter belt, hating that he had to see her for the first time looking like this, half covered in dressings. It was Roy’s first time seeing all of her in the light. “I look like something that escaped from a horror movie.”
“You are beautiful,” Maes told her before Roy could. “These bandages will come off and I’ll bet you’re radiant.”
Riza felt the blush going from her face all the way down to the gauze covering her. “You talk a lot, Maes, but often you say exactly the right thing.”
Roy reached up and scrubbed his hand over Maes’ stubbly chin. “Yes, he does.”
Maes smiled down at Roy then caught Riza’s chin, tipping it up so he could kiss her. Riza’s tongue danced in Maes’ mouth as Roy thumbed her clit with those marvelous fingers of his. He slid one inside of her then another, moving easily into her slick depths. He pulsed those fingers in and out almost with the same rhythm Maes’ tongue pushed in and out of her mouth. Roy’s finger kept up its circular motion until her toes curled into the bedding. Maes’ strong hands closed over her upper arms, helping to hold her up as the orgasm ran through her.
Riza could feel Roy’s penis starting to harden again, prodding her backside. She wanted to reach around and stroke him but that was too difficult with her back so she leaned forward, kissing him as she reached for Maes’ cock. Both of them were so into being here with each other and her, it took no time for her to fully awaken him.
Letting go of Maes, Riza twisted around, lying atop Roy as she took his cock into her mouth. Salty and warm, she whirled her tongue over and down it as his own mouth found her folds, his tongue tripping over them. His tongue pushed into her as she sucked him greedily the way she had seen Maes doing it. The other man was out of her limited visual range at the moment and Riza wondered what he was doing. Stroking himself while watching? The idea pleased her.
Every so often, Roy’s fingers would replace his mouth, touching her with faltering steps. She glanced back just to see what he was doing, understanding his distraction when she saw he was alternating going down on her with sucking off Maes. Ambitious and talented, that was Roy all over. Riza inched away from him, her back starting to hurt. “Can’t stay like this much longer.”
Roy let Maes go, sitting up. He cradled her. “It’s all right. We can stop.”
She knew he couldn’t at this point but she wasn’t willing to surrender him to Maes again. Riza had needs of her own. “Don’t want to stop.” She nipped his chin. “I want you inside me.” She glanced over her shoulder and said before she knew it, “Both of you.” Riza wondered if she had pushed too far when both men stared at her slack-jawed. She could see the wheels whirling in their heads. Say no, be gentleman-like. That idea was abandoned as was she as they tore into Roy’s bed stand looking for condoms.
She shook her head. Men were infinitely silly creatures, especially about sex. Crawling up the bed, Riza made Maes sit back against the headboard. The look in his and Roy’s eyes were so excited she doubted they could last very long, just as well given how her back was beginning to feel. Riza glanced at Roy, wondering what position he wanted. He gestured for her to continue.
Tentatively, she positioned herself over Maes, sliding himself inside her. His fingers threaded through her hair as she slowly rocked her hips on him. Out of the corner of her eye, Riza saw Roy had the little bottle of lotion. He circled a finger around her ring of muscle then leaned close to her ear, “If this is too much, tell us to stop.”
“Feels good so far,” she rasped, tensing a little not sure what it would feel like to have the two of them at the same time. She gasped slightly at the feel of him pushing into her. Heat and a little pain radiated through her and Riza heard one of them calling her name. “I’m fine,” she assured them. “Just move, please.”
The sensation was amazing, addicting even. The sheer fullness of having both of them made her body thrum. She could feel their cocks all but meeting at a place deep inside her. Riza was glad she hadn’t let momentary fear talk her out of experiencing this. Hands supported her, Roy’s on her hips just below the bandages, Maes’ on her arms. Riza knew at this point she needed their support, wanting to be loose and free, doing nothing but concentrating on their rhythm and the abundance of sensations rocking her. Resting her head on Maes’ chest, Riza cried out, going to liquid.
As she predicted, it didn’t take them long to finish up either. They gently put her on the bed and cleaned up around her. Riza dozed contentedly, the afterglow slowly fading. When it did, she found herself curled up with Roy who was sandwiched between her and Maes. She ran a finger along his jaw line. “Look at this face.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look so happy and satisfied,” Maes said.
“Oh, I have once or twice,” Riza said and at Maes’ quirked up eyebrow, she added. “When new alchemy goes right for the very first time.”
“Our little alchemy freak.” Maes kissed Roy’s forehead.
“Still ignoring you two,” Roy replied.
“Not a chance,” Riza said, snuggling up with them. She closed her eyes, a happy sigh escaping her.
X X X
“You don’t have to walk me home. I am armed you know,” Riza said as Roy opened the door.
“It’s night and yes, we do,” Roy said, peering outside. No one seemed to be around and maybe it would look less suspicious with three of them on the street. Not too many would suspect what they had been up to, after all.
“It can be ugly out here,” Maes added, stepping outside when Roy gave the all clear. “But the gun, that’s just sort of hot.” Roy nodded frantically in agreement.
Rolling her eyes at them, Riza consented to the walk and Roy wished he could have gotten her a cab but the hour was too late. He knew her back hurt her but she didn’t complain as she walked. They got her home then Maes headed back to his own apartment, leaving Roy alone under the full moon. The night had been better than he could ever have hoped for. Parts of their lives were whole again, hell they were even better than that. He felt happier than he had in ages.
Looking at all the darkened lights in all the homes he passed as he walked, Roy felt his joy ebb. He wasn’t in his home with his lovers, lights off, happily asleep. He never would be. If things remained as they were, they would never spend a night with him. Suddenly going home to an apartment smelling of sex, haunted with sweet memories, felt wrong. Roy turned a corner and headed back to the one place he felt home any more. He just hoped the bartender wouldn’t have to call Maes in a few hours to help him stumble home.
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