Fic - A Time to Heal
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cornerofmadnessA Time to Heal
Author –![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine sadly. All rights belong to Ms Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Hughes, (past Maes/Gracia)
Timeline/Spoilers – manga AU post chapter 25, no real spoilers
Author’s Note – Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fmakinky anonymous meme for the prompt -
Roy/Hughes - Comfort fic. The homunculi kill Gracia as a warning to Hughes. Maes is left to raise Elysia on his own. or is he? (would love to see Roy as an 'awkward father', but don't feel obligated to make it fit). Thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta
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“Unca Roy, you have to wear the hat. It’s tea time,” Elicia insisted, shoving the hat into his hands.
Roy sighed, beaten by a three year old. Ever since Gracia had been killed as a message to Hughes, neither man had been able to say no to the little girl. Roy had moved to Central temporarily to help with the investigation officially and unofficially to help with Maes until he got his bearings. His friend was a mess but there were times Roy wasn’t sure him being around was helping, not with their history. Still, Elicia seemed much happier when Roy was there. He slapped the hat on his head, wondering if it was one of Gracia’s that needed to be boxed up for charity.
He prayed Maes wouldn’t shake off his funk and reach for the camera if he came home and saw Roy, stupid feathery hat on his head, sipping water from tiny cups while he and Elicia had tea with two of her stuffed toys and a Xingese porcelain doll who might just be Roy’s wife in Elicia’s elaborate fantasy. How a girl, who couldn’t sit still normally, could play this game for an hour, refilling the tea pot as needed to continue tea time, Roy had no idea.
Naturally, Maes did come home while tea time was still going on. A smile broke out over his weary face as he shifted the bags he carried in his arms. “You look good in purple, Roy.”
Roy shot him a scathing look as Elicia popped up, racing to hug her dad. He watched as Maes scooped her up, spinning her around before setting her back down. “Go wash up for dinner, honey.” When Elicia ran off, Maes glanced down at the tea set and scowled. “Roy, you do realize that the only place she can reach water is out of the toilet, right?”
“Excuse me, I think I need to go throw up.” Roy threw the hat on the couch, peeling himself up off the floor. His ass had gone numb and he rubbed it absently. “I could use these warnings in advance, Maes. You know I know nothing about children.”
“Could have fooled me.” Maes patted Roy’s back. “You’re doing a fine job with Elicia. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Roy said, and it wasn’t, his own work schedule permitting. However, it was far more difficult than Roy counted on. He had no idea how tiring children Elicia’s age were. He didn’t know how Gracia had done it but that thought lead to the unpleasant ones of Gracia in a pool of blood caught outside the market by assassins still unknown. They thought it was the homunculi, the message clear. ‘Back off.’ So far, it had failed as a warning. Roy forced the thoughts away. He needed to be the strong one here. “Is there anything else you need from me tonight, Maes?”
“Stay for dinner,” Maes headed for the kitchen, still juggling his bags. “I’ve brought it and it looks like rain.”
Roy took one of the bags, wondering what take out Maes had gotten this time. There were only so many times someone should eat from the same Xingese restaurant. “I’ll stay,” he replied, knowing Maes would have bought enough for him.
“How was she today?” Maes asked lowly, getting down some plates.
“Pretty good so long as we were playing. She’s still asking when her mom is coming home.” Roy set the sack down, trying not to see the pain on Maes’ face. “And opening the front door to look for her. I alchemized the lock for a little while when Hawkeye called with a report. Elicia didn’t take that too well when the door wouldn’t open. Sorry.”
“It’s all right. You did what you had to. You’re using what little free time you have to be here, Roy. It means a lot,” Hughes said, taking out dinner, deli fare. Roy eyed the huge sandwiches then got down some plates.
“You need help. You’re my best friend. How many times have you been there when I’ve had a gun to my head?” Roy asked, his voice roughening.
“Too many.” Maes fetched soup bowls, too, then went to round up his daughter while Roy finished putting the food out.
There was a much smaller sandwich for Elicia that she pulled apart and ate item by item, getting mayonnaise all over her face, much to her father’s chagrin. Roy wasn’t sure he could get through the monstrous thing Maes had selected for him. The chicken soup had been particularly filling. To his surprise, the sandwich went down with relative ease, the wafer-thin meat amazingly tasty. They didn’t have a deli this good in the east.
“Are you done, Elicia?” Maes asked as she pretended her crust was a choo-choo train across the edge of the table.
A loud crack of thunder made the train derail. Her big eyes turned to her dad then Elicia started to cry.
“Aww, baby, it’s okay.” Maes picked her up.
Roy shooed them into the living room while he cleaned up. He wasn’t going anywhere in a storm this bad. Even if he called a cab, he didn’t relish being out in the storm. At least there was no one around to call him a wet match. The lightning and thunder died down by the time Roy got the dishes washed but not the rain. Maes lured Elicia upstairs for a bath, using the promise of a bed time story. Roy sat down and listened to a staticky radio show, his favorite mystery series.
“Roy! She’s heading your way!” Maes bellowed, startling him.
Roy got up to see a naked, bubbly Elicia racing down the stairs. He tried to grab her. Damn if wet youngsters weren’t slick and hard to hold on to. He swung up her and she giggled. “Got her.”
“She is fast,” Maes said, hurrying down the steps without a towel. “Oops, forgot a towel.”
“No problem.” Roy traced an array in the bubbles on her belly, placing his fingers in it, leaving her clean and dry. “See, Uncle Roy doesn’t have to mess with any towels.”
Maes scooped his laughing child out of Roy’s arms. “Alchemy freak. Come on, you. Bed time.”
Roy settled back down to his rain-diluted radio signal, waiting for Maes to put Elicia down for the night. The mystery was over and some insipid comedy had replaced it by the time Maes appeared on the upstairs landing. He waved Roy up. Curious, Roy obeyed. “Is something wrong?”
“This rain isn’t going to end. Why don’t you stay the night?” Maes said.
“It’s still early, Maes,” Roy reminded him.
“Come on, you can stay. Help me get the guest bed ready.”
Realizing it wasn’t about the rain, that Maes needed some company, Roy nodded, following him into the guest room down the hall. Maes paused long enough to gather some bedding. He shut the door behind them, the clicking lock telling Roy something other than remaking a stale bed was on Maes’ mind.
“Maes?”
The taller man put the bedding down on a rocking chair. “Elicia can’t hear us all the way down here.”
“Maes.” Roy’s mouth felt dry with desire, wondering if that was so very wrong given the circumstances.
“I need you,” Maes pleaded. “I can’t even sleep in my bed…her bed.” His eyes welled up. “I can’t believe she’s gone.”
There was nothing Roy could say to that. Maes had been there so many times when he was sinking. It was his turn. He slipped his arms around Maes, brushing his lips over his distraught friend’s. “We’ll make them pay, Maes.”
Maes’ eyes were fever bright behind his lenses. “I know. But tonight, I need to let go of all my anger. I need you, Roy.”
Roy plucked the man’s glasses off, wondering how forceful Maes might get with him tonight. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Maes yanked Roy closer, his mouth sealing over the alchemist’s. The raw hunger and pain flowed from him into Roy as Maes backed his lover against the wall. Roy floundered with one hand until he managed to set Maes’ glasses atop the nearby dresser. Maes’ plundering mouth broke away long enough for him to drag the shirt off of Roy. His long fingers thrust past Roy’s waistband stroking him hard.
“Ungh, Maes, not so rough.”
“Sorry,” Maes murmured, rolling his thumb over Roy’s foreskin and the tip of his cock. He licked one of Roy’s nipples until it stood up.
Roy groaned, blood flooding downwards until there just wasn’t room enough in his trousers for his hardening cock and Maes’ hand. Maes obviously came to the same conclusion as he unzipped Roy’s pants, propelling them down. The dry friction of Maes’ hands on his cock made Roy push away but he was against the wall. Maes didn’t seem in a hurry to let him escape.
“Too much, too fast,” Roy said, trying to be as sensitive as he could. Maes was usually far more attentive to Roy’s needs but he knew his friend wasn’t thinking. He ran a hand down Maes’ torso, hoping to relax him a little. Roy’s fingers brushed against the tented fabric of Maes’ pants then unzippered them. He tried to give Maes’ shaft a welcoming stroke but Maes pressed past Roy’s hand, his cock pushing between Roy’s thighs.
Roy pushed Maes back harder this time. “Maes, go slowly. I’m not the one you want to hurt.”
Maes blinked slowly then squinted at Roy nearsightedly as if he hadn’t really been seeing Roy. “Huh…oh, dry.” He grimaced. “Sorry, my brain is fogged.”
Roy nipped Maes’ chin. “I know. I’m not going to let you do anything bad.” Roy tried not to think about the times when he had looked into the abyss and begged for Maes to fuck him hard and raw to punish him. Maes, naturally, had always refused to, loving him back out of his internal darkness. It was Roy’s turn to do the same.
Roy slithered out from between Maes and the wall. From behind, he caught the hem of Maes’ shirt and pulled it up over the man’s head. Maes wiggled free, lurching toward the dresser. Roy spotted the green glass bottle of lotion, telling him that Maes had this planned out before Roy had agreed to baby-sit. Maes caught hold of his wrist, pulling Roy to him. He backed Roy against the wall again, the glass bottle cool against the hot skin of Roy’s belly. He felt the lotion dribbling down him as Maes’ hand caught it and worked it along Roy’s cock.
Roy kissed Maes deeply as the man fiddled with the bottle more before setting it aside. Maes rubbed and greased both of their cocks together before clamping his oily hands on Roy’s hips, lifting him up. He pressed Roy against the wall, pinning him there.
“Maes, are you thinking what I-” Roy’s question cut short with an inrush of air as Maes shoved deep inside him.
Pain shot up Roy’s spine, quick, almost sweet, as it dissolved into a far more pleasant sensation as his barely prepared body adjusted to the invasion. Roy wrapped his legs around Maes’ waist, allowing him better access. Roy flailed for a hand hold, balancing briefly on the top of the dresser before giving up and clinging to Maes’ shoulders. His spine rubbing against the wall as Maes pushed deeper inside of him, Roy let soft moans dribble from his lips. Roy’s slicked cock throbbed where it was pressed against his belly but he couldn’t let go and give himself some relief. The last time he and Maes had tried doing it up against the wall in this fashion, they had been teenagers in the academy. Roy was a lot less sure of his balance now. It had only been a decade but his body was telling him it was longer. The way Maes’ lotion-coated hands kept slipping on Roy’s sweating body kept ruining the moment with visions of them crashing to the ground and having embarrassing injuries to explain.
“Maes, I’m going to fall,” Roy grunted.
Laughing, Maes backed up, his cock sliding free of Roy as he pulled the smaller man closer. “Don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust me,” Roy countered. “And I don’t like my odds of having to explain just what happened when I land on the dresser and get stabbed in the ass by a knick knack without a corresponding tear in my pants.”
“We’d just tear your pants to match,” Maes smirked at him, letting Roy down.
Roy snorted. “So you say now.”
Maes chuckled again. “You always could make me laugh, Roy.”
“Me? You’re the funny one.” Roy backed Maes toward the bed, reaching out to yank down the bedspread. He was glad they hadn’t gotten as far as putting on fresh sheets. “Now lie down so I can do things to you.”
Maes’ smirk grew as he sat down. “Taking charge are you, Colonel.”
Roy pressed Maes back against the mattress. “Damn straight.” He nipped at the bulge Maes’ voice box made in his neck then reached down for the man’s hard shaft to guide it back inside him. Pumping down on Maes’ cock, Roy stretched so he could suck at one of Maes’ nipples. Maes shifted, pulling Roy down into a kiss while their hips crashed together. Straightening up, Roy balanced his hands on Maes’ hips so he could pick up his pace. His cock beat out a tattoo on Maes’ belly as it bounced with his movements.
Maes slid his hands up Roy’s thighs and across his belly before slowly gliding one of them over Roy’s penis. “Your skin always gets this rosy color when you make love. You’re beautiful.”
Roy felt the blush hit his face. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“Won’t be the first time I’ve been accused of that,” Maes admitted, pulling back out of Roy so he could flip him onto the mattress. He hooked Roy’s legs, drawing them up, before plunging back into his lover. His big hand encircled Roy’s cock, stroking it faster. His finger circled over the wet tip of Roy’s shaft. “Come for me, Roy.”
“Faster, more,” Roy urged, not particularly caring which part of his body Maes decided to apply that command to. Maes settled into him so far, Roy could feel the tickling scrape of the Maes’ wiry thatch of hair. “Damn, so deep. Harder.”
Maes leaned his heavy weight down on Roy, kissing him. “So damn demanding.” He grinned, giving Roy exactly what he asked for.
Maes pounded into him firm and swift as his finger found the sweet spot just under the head of Roy’s cock. Roy came so hard and fast he couldn’t even give warning before warm semen striped his belly, chest and neck. Maes’ fingers milked Roy’s cock for the last drops of it. Still delightfully dazed from his own orgasm, Roy felt Maes shuddering against him as he emptied inside of Roy.
The two men sprawled on the sheets, panting. Roy glanced over, seeing tears forming in Maes’ eyes. He sat up, rubbing his lover’s chest, heedless of the fact he was still messy. “It’s all right, Maes. Cry if you want to.”
Maes threw an arm over his eyes. “Isn’t that what I usually tell you?”
Roy saw the tears wending down the man’s cheeks. “And you’re usually right.” He stretched out so he could hold Maes tightly, letting him weep for his loss.
Finally, Maes ran dry. Wiping his face, he said, “We should get cleaned up and change the sheets so you can get some sleep.”
Roy listened to the night air for a moment. “Still raining. Leave the sheets.” He smiled at his lover. “I don’t think we’re done yet.”
Maes stroked Roy’s thigh. “You’ll be sore in the morning.”
Roy shrugged. “I spend half the day sitting behind my desk listening to reports. I’ll just be lazier than usual. The men will bitch and Riza will figure out why but it’s not like she doesn’t know.”
“She’ll make you go out in the field and investigate with Armstrong.” Maes laughed.
Roy snorted. “I’d probably do that any how. Don’t worry about me for once. It’s my turn to worry about you.”
“I like how you worry.” Maes kissed him then nuzzled Roy’s neck, his beard scraping him.
“Never doubted that. I’m going to make you shave, you know that, right?” Roy rubbed his fingers against Maes’ scalp, the man’s thick hair pouring through his fingers.
“If Gracia couldn’t make me, you stand no chance.” Maes purposely ground it harder against Roy’s shoulder. “Besides, you love it.”
“Remember this, I can do something Gracia couldn’t. I can grow my own beard and torture you with it,” Roy threatened, squirming.
“Liar. You can’t grow a beard. I’ve seen you try. It was like a billy goat with mange.”
“Hey!” Roy pinned Maes down to the sheets. “Shut it.”
Maes squeezed Roy’s butt. “Make me.”
Roy achieved momentarily silence with a kiss.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – not mine sadly. All rights belong to Ms Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Hughes, (past Maes/Gracia)
Timeline/Spoilers – manga AU post chapter 25, no real spoilers
Author’s Note – Written for the
fmakinky anonymous meme for the prompt -Roy/Hughes - Comfort fic. The homunculi kill Gracia as a warning to Hughes. Maes is left to raise Elysia on his own. or is he? (would love to see Roy as an 'awkward father', but don't feel obligated to make it fit). Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta* * *
“Unca Roy, you have to wear the hat. It’s tea time,” Elicia insisted, shoving the hat into his hands.
Roy sighed, beaten by a three year old. Ever since Gracia had been killed as a message to Hughes, neither man had been able to say no to the little girl. Roy had moved to Central temporarily to help with the investigation officially and unofficially to help with Maes until he got his bearings. His friend was a mess but there were times Roy wasn’t sure him being around was helping, not with their history. Still, Elicia seemed much happier when Roy was there. He slapped the hat on his head, wondering if it was one of Gracia’s that needed to be boxed up for charity.
He prayed Maes wouldn’t shake off his funk and reach for the camera if he came home and saw Roy, stupid feathery hat on his head, sipping water from tiny cups while he and Elicia had tea with two of her stuffed toys and a Xingese porcelain doll who might just be Roy’s wife in Elicia’s elaborate fantasy. How a girl, who couldn’t sit still normally, could play this game for an hour, refilling the tea pot as needed to continue tea time, Roy had no idea.
Naturally, Maes did come home while tea time was still going on. A smile broke out over his weary face as he shifted the bags he carried in his arms. “You look good in purple, Roy.”
Roy shot him a scathing look as Elicia popped up, racing to hug her dad. He watched as Maes scooped her up, spinning her around before setting her back down. “Go wash up for dinner, honey.” When Elicia ran off, Maes glanced down at the tea set and scowled. “Roy, you do realize that the only place she can reach water is out of the toilet, right?”
“Excuse me, I think I need to go throw up.” Roy threw the hat on the couch, peeling himself up off the floor. His ass had gone numb and he rubbed it absently. “I could use these warnings in advance, Maes. You know I know nothing about children.”
“Could have fooled me.” Maes patted Roy’s back. “You’re doing a fine job with Elicia. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Roy said, and it wasn’t, his own work schedule permitting. However, it was far more difficult than Roy counted on. He had no idea how tiring children Elicia’s age were. He didn’t know how Gracia had done it but that thought lead to the unpleasant ones of Gracia in a pool of blood caught outside the market by assassins still unknown. They thought it was the homunculi, the message clear. ‘Back off.’ So far, it had failed as a warning. Roy forced the thoughts away. He needed to be the strong one here. “Is there anything else you need from me tonight, Maes?”
“Stay for dinner,” Maes headed for the kitchen, still juggling his bags. “I’ve brought it and it looks like rain.”
Roy took one of the bags, wondering what take out Maes had gotten this time. There were only so many times someone should eat from the same Xingese restaurant. “I’ll stay,” he replied, knowing Maes would have bought enough for him.
“How was she today?” Maes asked lowly, getting down some plates.
“Pretty good so long as we were playing. She’s still asking when her mom is coming home.” Roy set the sack down, trying not to see the pain on Maes’ face. “And opening the front door to look for her. I alchemized the lock for a little while when Hawkeye called with a report. Elicia didn’t take that too well when the door wouldn’t open. Sorry.”
“It’s all right. You did what you had to. You’re using what little free time you have to be here, Roy. It means a lot,” Hughes said, taking out dinner, deli fare. Roy eyed the huge sandwiches then got down some plates.
“You need help. You’re my best friend. How many times have you been there when I’ve had a gun to my head?” Roy asked, his voice roughening.
“Too many.” Maes fetched soup bowls, too, then went to round up his daughter while Roy finished putting the food out.
There was a much smaller sandwich for Elicia that she pulled apart and ate item by item, getting mayonnaise all over her face, much to her father’s chagrin. Roy wasn’t sure he could get through the monstrous thing Maes had selected for him. The chicken soup had been particularly filling. To his surprise, the sandwich went down with relative ease, the wafer-thin meat amazingly tasty. They didn’t have a deli this good in the east.
“Are you done, Elicia?” Maes asked as she pretended her crust was a choo-choo train across the edge of the table.
A loud crack of thunder made the train derail. Her big eyes turned to her dad then Elicia started to cry.
“Aww, baby, it’s okay.” Maes picked her up.
Roy shooed them into the living room while he cleaned up. He wasn’t going anywhere in a storm this bad. Even if he called a cab, he didn’t relish being out in the storm. At least there was no one around to call him a wet match. The lightning and thunder died down by the time Roy got the dishes washed but not the rain. Maes lured Elicia upstairs for a bath, using the promise of a bed time story. Roy sat down and listened to a staticky radio show, his favorite mystery series.
“Roy! She’s heading your way!” Maes bellowed, startling him.
Roy got up to see a naked, bubbly Elicia racing down the stairs. He tried to grab her. Damn if wet youngsters weren’t slick and hard to hold on to. He swung up her and she giggled. “Got her.”
“She is fast,” Maes said, hurrying down the steps without a towel. “Oops, forgot a towel.”
“No problem.” Roy traced an array in the bubbles on her belly, placing his fingers in it, leaving her clean and dry. “See, Uncle Roy doesn’t have to mess with any towels.”
Maes scooped his laughing child out of Roy’s arms. “Alchemy freak. Come on, you. Bed time.”
Roy settled back down to his rain-diluted radio signal, waiting for Maes to put Elicia down for the night. The mystery was over and some insipid comedy had replaced it by the time Maes appeared on the upstairs landing. He waved Roy up. Curious, Roy obeyed. “Is something wrong?”
“This rain isn’t going to end. Why don’t you stay the night?” Maes said.
“It’s still early, Maes,” Roy reminded him.
“Come on, you can stay. Help me get the guest bed ready.”
Realizing it wasn’t about the rain, that Maes needed some company, Roy nodded, following him into the guest room down the hall. Maes paused long enough to gather some bedding. He shut the door behind them, the clicking lock telling Roy something other than remaking a stale bed was on Maes’ mind.
“Maes?”
The taller man put the bedding down on a rocking chair. “Elicia can’t hear us all the way down here.”
“Maes.” Roy’s mouth felt dry with desire, wondering if that was so very wrong given the circumstances.
“I need you,” Maes pleaded. “I can’t even sleep in my bed…her bed.” His eyes welled up. “I can’t believe she’s gone.”
There was nothing Roy could say to that. Maes had been there so many times when he was sinking. It was his turn. He slipped his arms around Maes, brushing his lips over his distraught friend’s. “We’ll make them pay, Maes.”
Maes’ eyes were fever bright behind his lenses. “I know. But tonight, I need to let go of all my anger. I need you, Roy.”
Roy plucked the man’s glasses off, wondering how forceful Maes might get with him tonight. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Maes yanked Roy closer, his mouth sealing over the alchemist’s. The raw hunger and pain flowed from him into Roy as Maes backed his lover against the wall. Roy floundered with one hand until he managed to set Maes’ glasses atop the nearby dresser. Maes’ plundering mouth broke away long enough for him to drag the shirt off of Roy. His long fingers thrust past Roy’s waistband stroking him hard.
“Ungh, Maes, not so rough.”
“Sorry,” Maes murmured, rolling his thumb over Roy’s foreskin and the tip of his cock. He licked one of Roy’s nipples until it stood up.
Roy groaned, blood flooding downwards until there just wasn’t room enough in his trousers for his hardening cock and Maes’ hand. Maes obviously came to the same conclusion as he unzipped Roy’s pants, propelling them down. The dry friction of Maes’ hands on his cock made Roy push away but he was against the wall. Maes didn’t seem in a hurry to let him escape.
“Too much, too fast,” Roy said, trying to be as sensitive as he could. Maes was usually far more attentive to Roy’s needs but he knew his friend wasn’t thinking. He ran a hand down Maes’ torso, hoping to relax him a little. Roy’s fingers brushed against the tented fabric of Maes’ pants then unzippered them. He tried to give Maes’ shaft a welcoming stroke but Maes pressed past Roy’s hand, his cock pushing between Roy’s thighs.
Roy pushed Maes back harder this time. “Maes, go slowly. I’m not the one you want to hurt.”
Maes blinked slowly then squinted at Roy nearsightedly as if he hadn’t really been seeing Roy. “Huh…oh, dry.” He grimaced. “Sorry, my brain is fogged.”
Roy nipped Maes’ chin. “I know. I’m not going to let you do anything bad.” Roy tried not to think about the times when he had looked into the abyss and begged for Maes to fuck him hard and raw to punish him. Maes, naturally, had always refused to, loving him back out of his internal darkness. It was Roy’s turn to do the same.
Roy slithered out from between Maes and the wall. From behind, he caught the hem of Maes’ shirt and pulled it up over the man’s head. Maes wiggled free, lurching toward the dresser. Roy spotted the green glass bottle of lotion, telling him that Maes had this planned out before Roy had agreed to baby-sit. Maes caught hold of his wrist, pulling Roy to him. He backed Roy against the wall again, the glass bottle cool against the hot skin of Roy’s belly. He felt the lotion dribbling down him as Maes’ hand caught it and worked it along Roy’s cock.
Roy kissed Maes deeply as the man fiddled with the bottle more before setting it aside. Maes rubbed and greased both of their cocks together before clamping his oily hands on Roy’s hips, lifting him up. He pressed Roy against the wall, pinning him there.
“Maes, are you thinking what I-” Roy’s question cut short with an inrush of air as Maes shoved deep inside him.
Pain shot up Roy’s spine, quick, almost sweet, as it dissolved into a far more pleasant sensation as his barely prepared body adjusted to the invasion. Roy wrapped his legs around Maes’ waist, allowing him better access. Roy flailed for a hand hold, balancing briefly on the top of the dresser before giving up and clinging to Maes’ shoulders. His spine rubbing against the wall as Maes pushed deeper inside of him, Roy let soft moans dribble from his lips. Roy’s slicked cock throbbed where it was pressed against his belly but he couldn’t let go and give himself some relief. The last time he and Maes had tried doing it up against the wall in this fashion, they had been teenagers in the academy. Roy was a lot less sure of his balance now. It had only been a decade but his body was telling him it was longer. The way Maes’ lotion-coated hands kept slipping on Roy’s sweating body kept ruining the moment with visions of them crashing to the ground and having embarrassing injuries to explain.
“Maes, I’m going to fall,” Roy grunted.
Laughing, Maes backed up, his cock sliding free of Roy as he pulled the smaller man closer. “Don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust me,” Roy countered. “And I don’t like my odds of having to explain just what happened when I land on the dresser and get stabbed in the ass by a knick knack without a corresponding tear in my pants.”
“We’d just tear your pants to match,” Maes smirked at him, letting Roy down.
Roy snorted. “So you say now.”
Maes chuckled again. “You always could make me laugh, Roy.”
“Me? You’re the funny one.” Roy backed Maes toward the bed, reaching out to yank down the bedspread. He was glad they hadn’t gotten as far as putting on fresh sheets. “Now lie down so I can do things to you.”
Maes’ smirk grew as he sat down. “Taking charge are you, Colonel.”
Roy pressed Maes back against the mattress. “Damn straight.” He nipped at the bulge Maes’ voice box made in his neck then reached down for the man’s hard shaft to guide it back inside him. Pumping down on Maes’ cock, Roy stretched so he could suck at one of Maes’ nipples. Maes shifted, pulling Roy down into a kiss while their hips crashed together. Straightening up, Roy balanced his hands on Maes’ hips so he could pick up his pace. His cock beat out a tattoo on Maes’ belly as it bounced with his movements.
Maes slid his hands up Roy’s thighs and across his belly before slowly gliding one of them over Roy’s penis. “Your skin always gets this rosy color when you make love. You’re beautiful.”
Roy felt the blush hit his face. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“Won’t be the first time I’ve been accused of that,” Maes admitted, pulling back out of Roy so he could flip him onto the mattress. He hooked Roy’s legs, drawing them up, before plunging back into his lover. His big hand encircled Roy’s cock, stroking it faster. His finger circled over the wet tip of Roy’s shaft. “Come for me, Roy.”
“Faster, more,” Roy urged, not particularly caring which part of his body Maes decided to apply that command to. Maes settled into him so far, Roy could feel the tickling scrape of the Maes’ wiry thatch of hair. “Damn, so deep. Harder.”
Maes leaned his heavy weight down on Roy, kissing him. “So damn demanding.” He grinned, giving Roy exactly what he asked for.
Maes pounded into him firm and swift as his finger found the sweet spot just under the head of Roy’s cock. Roy came so hard and fast he couldn’t even give warning before warm semen striped his belly, chest and neck. Maes’ fingers milked Roy’s cock for the last drops of it. Still delightfully dazed from his own orgasm, Roy felt Maes shuddering against him as he emptied inside of Roy.
The two men sprawled on the sheets, panting. Roy glanced over, seeing tears forming in Maes’ eyes. He sat up, rubbing his lover’s chest, heedless of the fact he was still messy. “It’s all right, Maes. Cry if you want to.”
Maes threw an arm over his eyes. “Isn’t that what I usually tell you?”
Roy saw the tears wending down the man’s cheeks. “And you’re usually right.” He stretched out so he could hold Maes tightly, letting him weep for his loss.
Finally, Maes ran dry. Wiping his face, he said, “We should get cleaned up and change the sheets so you can get some sleep.”
Roy listened to the night air for a moment. “Still raining. Leave the sheets.” He smiled at his lover. “I don’t think we’re done yet.”
Maes stroked Roy’s thigh. “You’ll be sore in the morning.”
Roy shrugged. “I spend half the day sitting behind my desk listening to reports. I’ll just be lazier than usual. The men will bitch and Riza will figure out why but it’s not like she doesn’t know.”
“She’ll make you go out in the field and investigate with Armstrong.” Maes laughed.
Roy snorted. “I’d probably do that any how. Don’t worry about me for once. It’s my turn to worry about you.”
“I like how you worry.” Maes kissed him then nuzzled Roy’s neck, his beard scraping him.
“Never doubted that. I’m going to make you shave, you know that, right?” Roy rubbed his fingers against Maes’ scalp, the man’s thick hair pouring through his fingers.
“If Gracia couldn’t make me, you stand no chance.” Maes purposely ground it harder against Roy’s shoulder. “Besides, you love it.”
“Remember this, I can do something Gracia couldn’t. I can grow my own beard and torture you with it,” Roy threatened, squirming.
“Liar. You can’t grow a beard. I’ve seen you try. It was like a billy goat with mange.”
“Hey!” Roy pinned Maes down to the sheets. “Shut it.”
Maes squeezed Roy’s butt. “Make me.”
Roy achieved momentarily silence with a kiss.
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Date: 2009-10-21 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 12:22 pm (UTC)*not that I've ever so far taken my own advice and got condoms into a fic, bad Bob. I really must, if only for the cool tins.
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Date: 2009-10-21 04:28 pm (UTC)Those tins were really neat.
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Date: 2009-10-21 04:31 pm (UTC)The toilet thing happened to a friend so I keep trotting it out...
and yes baby faces like Roy's probably the best he'd do is facial hair like Fuu's
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Date: 2009-10-21 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 05:33 pm (UTC)Of course you're right that safer sex stuff for dudes is a product of the late 1980s. I was being historically accurate and I didn't even know it! Of course as we were saying before, lots of things in Amestris, like fashion and gender roles is somewhat more modern, so there's scope for it. But I can't imagine the HIV crisis as having hit Amestris.
On another note, I always wonder how modern Amestrian medicine is supposed to be. Every time someone's in hospital they seem to have a cannula in, but I'm always curious to speculate about whether there might be things like IV antibiotics and blood transfusions. I lean towards yes ...
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Date: 2009-10-21 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 05:53 pm (UTC)Yeah I'm imagining no HIV in Amestris and y es I've wondered about medicine there. Given the whole ideal of automail they must be fairly advanced so I usually give them antibiotics and blood transfusions. I couldn't imagine Edward surviving without either of those
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Date: 2009-10-21 06:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, you're totally right about automail surgery! Ed must have needed a wee bit of blood after his Gate-administered double-amputation too (conveeeenient that his guardian was a surgeon who presumably would have had a little blood bank to hand). And a big bucket of opiates, poor little interferer in God's domain.
(by the way, of course I'm aware that unlike yours, my knowledge is of course totally second-hand and amateur, from hearing my partner witter on about things medical - but she talks a lot and I find it fascinating stuff)
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Date: 2009-10-21 06:50 pm (UTC)Yes having Pinako right there is convienent. Is trying to remember if Ed refusing pain killers is canon or fanon... One of my Roy's does something similar after I lop off his leg...
I figure as long as you're listening and trying for a little accuracy it's good. I get annoyed when people don't even try to research something but more so in professional work than fandom
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Date: 2009-10-21 07:00 pm (UTC)I think Ed refusing painkillers is fanon - possibly spinning off the line where he explains his refusal to scream by saying something like "this is nothing compared to what Al's going through"? No painkillers at all seems a little on the crazy badass side - I'm sure even with a bucket of drugs, there'd be hellish post-operative pain. Although there are always RL examples, Johnny Cash refused painkillers for root-canal surgery because he was worried about cross-addiction (but of course he was crazy badass).
I try - and I do read medical journals (my wife has a ton) or consult her where possible. More talking about the fact that I always bring up medical stuff despite not being a doctor - she's got me well trained now ...
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Date: 2009-10-21 07:17 pm (UTC)Yeah I know Angel and Spike are but that annoying the living hell out of me. Frankly I don't see the vampires as stopping themselves where gender lines are concerned and actually had no real problem with A/S other than it WAS a one off joke at the very end of the series. That bugged me to no end.
it probably IS fanon. That much pain would make Ed's blood pressure explode his head. hmmm now that you mention it I've never had painkiller for either of my root canals either. Intraop novacaine yes, pain killers afterwards no (nor for any of my broken bones)
and it'll show in your work. i find the medical journals interesting. i need to resubscribe to the wound healing one (that was my board speciality)
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Date: 2009-10-21 07:48 pm (UTC)I think it may have been novocaine then that Cash turned down, it was definitely during rather than after ... you see, this is the sort of mistake Helen picks me up for XD.
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Date: 2009-10-21 08:06 pm (UTC)And see that would be a dumb thing to turn down since it's not an opiod of any kind. It would have no cross reactivity. you might be right (and wonders if that's where James Frey picked it up for that supposedly true story of his that wasn't)
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Date: 2009-10-21 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-22 02:52 am (UTC)I could see Ed fighting an ostrich
Oh that Frey thing, jeez. I got into it with a guy on my writers group who loved that book when it first came out and I hated it, said I couldn't believe it was real. Nothing in it rang true. Many parts of my residence were in rehab clinics so I knew how that went pretty well