Ficlet - No One Can Know
May. 7th, 2009 12:13 amNo One Can Know
Author –
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – FRMAO (NC-17)
Pairing – Maes/Roy
Timeline – Set in Ishbal, no spoilers though
Series – manga
Summary – Some nights they need to forget there’s a war on
Warning – does m/m sex need a warning? Probably not with this crew
Word count 216
Author’s Note – written for
fma_fic_contest ‘trace’ prompt, thanks to
evil_little_dog for the look through
XXX
Muffling his cries against Maes’ muscled shoulder, Roy arched upward to meet his lover’s thrusts. Roy’s back burned from the friction of the canvas tent floor, the ground hard under him. No one wanted to room with alchemists, even their tents were away from the other soldiers. It had advantages, like privacy to banish the horrors of war with primal sex.
In the darkness, Maes milked Roy’s cock, his hand demanding between their bellies as he drove deeper into Roy. The war had vanished; the only things haunting Roy’s mind were the amazing stretch Maes cock created as it worked into him, the dancing of stars every time the length of him brushed a spot deep inside Roy, the pressure building inside Roy’s own body and the rug-burn on his back.
As Maes nibbled the strappy muscle of Roy’s neck, the smaller man clamped his jaw shut against the groan that wanted free. Warm semen striped both their chests as he came. Maes’ orgasm soon followed. They tangled together on the ground, sweaty, oily, sticky. Maes’ hand slowly caressed up and down Roy’s arm, the young man’s breath hot against Roy’s skin. All Roy wanted to do was lie there but they needed to clean up. Not a trace could remain. No one could ever know.
Author –
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – FRMAO (NC-17)
Pairing – Maes/Roy
Timeline – Set in Ishbal, no spoilers though
Series – manga
Summary – Some nights they need to forget there’s a war on
Warning – does m/m sex need a warning? Probably not with this crew
Word count 216
Author’s Note – written for
XXX
Muffling his cries against Maes’ muscled shoulder, Roy arched upward to meet his lover’s thrusts. Roy’s back burned from the friction of the canvas tent floor, the ground hard under him. No one wanted to room with alchemists, even their tents were away from the other soldiers. It had advantages, like privacy to banish the horrors of war with primal sex.
In the darkness, Maes milked Roy’s cock, his hand demanding between their bellies as he drove deeper into Roy. The war had vanished; the only things haunting Roy’s mind were the amazing stretch Maes cock created as it worked into him, the dancing of stars every time the length of him brushed a spot deep inside Roy, the pressure building inside Roy’s own body and the rug-burn on his back.
As Maes nibbled the strappy muscle of Roy’s neck, the smaller man clamped his jaw shut against the groan that wanted free. Warm semen striped both their chests as he came. Maes’ orgasm soon followed. They tangled together on the ground, sweaty, oily, sticky. Maes’ hand slowly caressed up and down Roy’s arm, the young man’s breath hot against Roy’s skin. All Roy wanted to do was lie there but they needed to clean up. Not a trace could remain. No one could ever know.
