Fic - Masquerade
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cornerofmadnessMasquerade
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – it’s all owned by a cow, not me
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Riza, hints of Ed/Winry, Havoc/Rebecca
Timeline/Spoilers – future fic, mild spoilers for ch 100 but nothing direct
Summary – It’s a masquerade party and time for a little fun
Author’s Note – written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fmakinky prompt of using this picture since it was kink enough. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. It’s going to count for my Halloween offering this year.
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds, Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you, Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads. Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you. Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies. Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you, Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes, Masquerade! - Phantom of the Opera
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“Remind me to send our new president a fruit basket,” Alphonse said, smoothing out his black shirt printed with a skeleton. It played to his costuming strength since his newly returned body was so thin. The young man stared openly at all the costumed people at President Armstrong’s masquerade party.
Alex Louis had told Roy masquerades were one of the innumerable Armstrong traditions the huge man was always extolling. “Go for a meat platter, something she’d eat…raw,” Roy snorted, fussing with the velvet cape that added a touch of elegance to his costume, along with his top hat.
Al laughed. “I know a great butcher.”
“Tell me how you brother got talking to wearing a dog outfit,” Roy said, scanning the crowd for the little alchemist.
“Wolf, he’s the big bad wolf, emphasis on the big,” Al replied, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just say Winry had everything to do with it.”
Roy grinned knowingly. “Ah, he finally smartened up.”
“You could say that, sir.” Al’s head swiveled around as a Katherine waltzed by in a period gown that her bosom was almost bursting out of. The young man trailed after her.
Roy wondered if Alphonse knew who Katherine was but decided not to illuminate him. Let the kid have his fun. He heard the creak of Havoc’s wheelchair before his former subordinate spoke. He’d have to really dive into healing alchemy now that there was time to look for a cure. Roy turned to see, that like him, Havoc had chosen a popular folklore superstitious bit of nonsense to dress up as. While Roy looked debonair in black tie attire and sporting little fangs, Havoc looked like someone two weeks dead.
“Hey, boss, have you seen Rebecca?”
“Last seen with Riza,” Roy replied.
“I don’t see her either. There’s President Armstrong.” Havoc pointed with the lit tip of his cigarette to the tall woman who retained her uniform. Olivia’s concession to the masquerade were little horns sprouting from her head and a particularly wicked looking sword.
“It doesn’t help that this estate is so damn huge,” Roy glanced around the Armstrong’s ball room. He knew Olivia had only been joking when she told him this would be his, something to keep people from suspecting what he really used the homestead for.
“What’s Ed running from?” Havoc jerked his chin to the right where Ed, dressed in his wolf outfit, jogged by.
“Probably failed miserably with the lovely Miss Rockbell and is running for his life.” Roy sipped at his wine, rather wishing the Armstrongs had served something stronger. His eyes widened, seeing Alex Louis racing after Edward in a circus strongman’s unitard that left nothing to the imagination. “Or doesn’t want an Armstrong Hug in front of the party.”
“I’m not sure there is enough alcohol to make me forget what I just saw.” Havoc shuddered.
“Probably not,” Roy replied as Alex Louis suddenly wheeled around, running the opposite direction.
“Edward!” Winry cried shrilly, her voice followed by a meaty thump.
Al sauntered back up to Roy and Havoc. “Lost her. Did I just see my brother undo his costume, lift his leg and threaten to piss on Armstrong like a hydrant?”
“I’m afraid so,” Roy snorted. “It’s not too late to change your name and run away, Alphonse.”
“Don’t tempt me, sir. Wow, speaking of tempting…” Al’s eyes got huge and Roy followed his line of vision.
Roy was fairly sure that pretty soon, once he got his strength back, Al would be following his penis like a divining rod and enjoying himself in ways his brother just seemed oblivious to. Still, the older alchemist couldn’t blame the boy, the duo was worthy of a sensual look. Hopefully, he wasn’t drooling on himself like Havoc was.
Rebecca and Riza wore the same outfit, Rebecca in orange and Riza in black. The cutest little cat’s ears perched on their heads and long tails snaked from their shapely behinds, lucky tails. But it was the form-fitting ‘bathing suit’ one-pieces that cut up so delicious high on the thigh and the amazing thigh-high boots that made Roy’s blood sing. It was difficult to look at them without a happy stirring trying to slip past his control. Al had lost his restraint.
Roy leaned closer to the young man and whispered, “Don’t let them see you stare, Alphonse. You need to be more discreet about it.”
Al made a strangled sound and Roy chuckled as he held out a hand to Riza. “You both look lovely,” he said, his own voice rougher than it should be in a crowded party. Riza took his array-scarred hand as Rebecca thanked him. “Let’s go for a walk,” he added softly to Riza.
She tapped his chin. “You like this outfit, don’t you?”
“You need to wear this as your new uniform.” Roy cocked his head. “Sans tail since it’s impractical.”
Riza laughed, pulling him along. “If I did, you’d never get work done.”
“So true.” Roy stole a kiss. “Let’s get out of here.”
“We can’t leave the party yet. General Armstrong has something planned for later,” Riza reminded him.
“I learned a few secret ways around this place when I was here. Follow me,” Roy said, heading down the hall to a nearby room. The hidden staircase wrapped around the chimney, extending up to the second floor. It was far quieter there, the thick walls and lush carpeting eating all sound.
“Where are we going?”
Roy opened a door to a bedroom, grinning at her broadly.
Riza lifted an eyebrow. “Helping yourself to the guest rooms?”
“Something like that. Olivia did give me the estate.” Roy guided Riza inside.
“I think that was only if she died,” Riza laughed, looking around at the oddly stark bedroom. The only ornaments were a few fencing and marksmanship trophies. “Roy, is this Olivia’s old room?”
His smirk said it all. Before Riza could protest, Roy sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. If she wanted to do the right thing and find someplace else, Roy couldn’t tell by the way Riza returned his kiss. She sucked the fake teeth right out of his mouth. Stepping back, Riza smiled, putting the costume piece on the dresser.
“You are a bad, bad man.”
“And you love it,” he replied, crushing her to him as he nibbled his way down her scarred neck. The thought of how he nearly lost her made him want her desperately. His lips made their way down, toying with her nipple through the soft cloth of her costume. Riza reached up to peel her shoulder straps down but he stopped her. “Leave the costume on. It’s making me insane.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Riza said, making a purring noise as his lips caressed her neck again. She undid his velvet cape, letting it flutter to the floor.
Roy guided her back onto the bed, sliding a hand up her bared thigh. Riza did detach her tail as he nudged the crotch of her costume aside, his eyes widening as he realized she had on no panties. An eager grin crossed his face as his finger slowly circled her clit. Riza groaned softly, her hand questing for his zipper. She deftly freed him from his trousers. Riza had always known just how to touch him. Feeling himself getting longer, heavier under her expert fingers, Roy explored Riza’s hot, slick core.
“Need you,” he whispered. Riza put her hand against his chest, giving Roy a warning look. He smiled. “Right pocket, inside the handkerchief.”
Echoing his smile, Riza fished out the clean cotton handkerchief. Roy had tucked a rubber into it. He wiggled his pants down a bit to get the zipper away from his tender flesh then helped Riza guide the thing on. Doing it with their costumes on while on top Olivia’s bed made Roy feel like a naughty teen. He wondered what Riza would think if he told her. Judging by the way she welcomed him inside her, Roy figured she was just as turned on.
Olivia’s sturdy bed hardly creaked as they tore up the bedding and nearly ended on the floor at least twice from their fevered lovemaking. Roy couldn’t help all the noise he made and Riza could probably be heard downstairs. This was unusual for them, so used to hiding but they were exhausted by the subterfuge, by their near deaths during the Promised Day, that they no longer cared.
Afterward, Roy could have contentedly slept on the hard bed but he knew eventually they would be missed. He kissed her tenderly. “I love you more than life.”
“I have always loved you,” she replied but all too soon wiggled free of his grasp. Riza rearranged her costume, attaching her tail again all the while giving him a look that made him want to tear it off her and make love to her all night. Riza ducked into the master bath while he tried to forget the image of her twitching her tail at him.
After Riza washed up a bit, Roy slogged to his feet, used condom in hand. “Go on down. I’ll be there shortly.”
Giving him another kiss, Riza left and Roy went to wash out the condom so he could put it back in his pocket without making a mess. He heard bedroom door open. “Forget something?” he called cheerily. When there was no answer, Roy glanced over at the bathroom door.
Olivia stood there, whirling his costume teeth around her finger. Roy could see tomorrow’s headlines now: ‘Freshly Promoted General Found Assassinated in Armstrong’s Bathroom.’ He’d just be happy if his tombstone didn’t read ‘drowned in the toilet.’
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Author’s Note – after a conversation recently, I decided to take the historical aspect one step further. I’ve been giving them the old fashioned condom tins but made them disposable. Rubbers of the earth equivalent time period were much thicker and well, you had to wash and reuse them.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – it’s all owned by a cow, not me
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Riza, hints of Ed/Winry, Havoc/Rebecca
Timeline/Spoilers – future fic, mild spoilers for ch 100 but nothing direct
Summary – It’s a masquerade party and time for a little fun
Author’s Note – written for the
fmakinky prompt of using this picture since it was kink enough. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. It’s going to count for my Halloween offering this year.Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds, Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you, Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads. Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you. Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies. Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you, Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes, Masquerade! - Phantom of the Opera
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“Remind me to send our new president a fruit basket,” Alphonse said, smoothing out his black shirt printed with a skeleton. It played to his costuming strength since his newly returned body was so thin. The young man stared openly at all the costumed people at President Armstrong’s masquerade party.
Alex Louis had told Roy masquerades were one of the innumerable Armstrong traditions the huge man was always extolling. “Go for a meat platter, something she’d eat…raw,” Roy snorted, fussing with the velvet cape that added a touch of elegance to his costume, along with his top hat.
Al laughed. “I know a great butcher.”
“Tell me how you brother got talking to wearing a dog outfit,” Roy said, scanning the crowd for the little alchemist.
“Wolf, he’s the big bad wolf, emphasis on the big,” Al replied, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just say Winry had everything to do with it.”
Roy grinned knowingly. “Ah, he finally smartened up.”
“You could say that, sir.” Al’s head swiveled around as a Katherine waltzed by in a period gown that her bosom was almost bursting out of. The young man trailed after her.
Roy wondered if Alphonse knew who Katherine was but decided not to illuminate him. Let the kid have his fun. He heard the creak of Havoc’s wheelchair before his former subordinate spoke. He’d have to really dive into healing alchemy now that there was time to look for a cure. Roy turned to see, that like him, Havoc had chosen a popular folklore superstitious bit of nonsense to dress up as. While Roy looked debonair in black tie attire and sporting little fangs, Havoc looked like someone two weeks dead.
“Hey, boss, have you seen Rebecca?”
“Last seen with Riza,” Roy replied.
“I don’t see her either. There’s President Armstrong.” Havoc pointed with the lit tip of his cigarette to the tall woman who retained her uniform. Olivia’s concession to the masquerade were little horns sprouting from her head and a particularly wicked looking sword.
“It doesn’t help that this estate is so damn huge,” Roy glanced around the Armstrong’s ball room. He knew Olivia had only been joking when she told him this would be his, something to keep people from suspecting what he really used the homestead for.
“What’s Ed running from?” Havoc jerked his chin to the right where Ed, dressed in his wolf outfit, jogged by.
“Probably failed miserably with the lovely Miss Rockbell and is running for his life.” Roy sipped at his wine, rather wishing the Armstrongs had served something stronger. His eyes widened, seeing Alex Louis racing after Edward in a circus strongman’s unitard that left nothing to the imagination. “Or doesn’t want an Armstrong Hug in front of the party.”
“I’m not sure there is enough alcohol to make me forget what I just saw.” Havoc shuddered.
“Probably not,” Roy replied as Alex Louis suddenly wheeled around, running the opposite direction.
“Edward!” Winry cried shrilly, her voice followed by a meaty thump.
Al sauntered back up to Roy and Havoc. “Lost her. Did I just see my brother undo his costume, lift his leg and threaten to piss on Armstrong like a hydrant?”
“I’m afraid so,” Roy snorted. “It’s not too late to change your name and run away, Alphonse.”
“Don’t tempt me, sir. Wow, speaking of tempting…” Al’s eyes got huge and Roy followed his line of vision.
Roy was fairly sure that pretty soon, once he got his strength back, Al would be following his penis like a divining rod and enjoying himself in ways his brother just seemed oblivious to. Still, the older alchemist couldn’t blame the boy, the duo was worthy of a sensual look. Hopefully, he wasn’t drooling on himself like Havoc was.
Rebecca and Riza wore the same outfit, Rebecca in orange and Riza in black. The cutest little cat’s ears perched on their heads and long tails snaked from their shapely behinds, lucky tails. But it was the form-fitting ‘bathing suit’ one-pieces that cut up so delicious high on the thigh and the amazing thigh-high boots that made Roy’s blood sing. It was difficult to look at them without a happy stirring trying to slip past his control. Al had lost his restraint.
Roy leaned closer to the young man and whispered, “Don’t let them see you stare, Alphonse. You need to be more discreet about it.”
Al made a strangled sound and Roy chuckled as he held out a hand to Riza. “You both look lovely,” he said, his own voice rougher than it should be in a crowded party. Riza took his array-scarred hand as Rebecca thanked him. “Let’s go for a walk,” he added softly to Riza.
She tapped his chin. “You like this outfit, don’t you?”
“You need to wear this as your new uniform.” Roy cocked his head. “Sans tail since it’s impractical.”
Riza laughed, pulling him along. “If I did, you’d never get work done.”
“So true.” Roy stole a kiss. “Let’s get out of here.”
“We can’t leave the party yet. General Armstrong has something planned for later,” Riza reminded him.
“I learned a few secret ways around this place when I was here. Follow me,” Roy said, heading down the hall to a nearby room. The hidden staircase wrapped around the chimney, extending up to the second floor. It was far quieter there, the thick walls and lush carpeting eating all sound.
“Where are we going?”
Roy opened a door to a bedroom, grinning at her broadly.
Riza lifted an eyebrow. “Helping yourself to the guest rooms?”
“Something like that. Olivia did give me the estate.” Roy guided Riza inside.
“I think that was only if she died,” Riza laughed, looking around at the oddly stark bedroom. The only ornaments were a few fencing and marksmanship trophies. “Roy, is this Olivia’s old room?”
His smirk said it all. Before Riza could protest, Roy sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. If she wanted to do the right thing and find someplace else, Roy couldn’t tell by the way Riza returned his kiss. She sucked the fake teeth right out of his mouth. Stepping back, Riza smiled, putting the costume piece on the dresser.
“You are a bad, bad man.”
“And you love it,” he replied, crushing her to him as he nibbled his way down her scarred neck. The thought of how he nearly lost her made him want her desperately. His lips made their way down, toying with her nipple through the soft cloth of her costume. Riza reached up to peel her shoulder straps down but he stopped her. “Leave the costume on. It’s making me insane.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Riza said, making a purring noise as his lips caressed her neck again. She undid his velvet cape, letting it flutter to the floor.
Roy guided her back onto the bed, sliding a hand up her bared thigh. Riza did detach her tail as he nudged the crotch of her costume aside, his eyes widening as he realized she had on no panties. An eager grin crossed his face as his finger slowly circled her clit. Riza groaned softly, her hand questing for his zipper. She deftly freed him from his trousers. Riza had always known just how to touch him. Feeling himself getting longer, heavier under her expert fingers, Roy explored Riza’s hot, slick core.
“Need you,” he whispered. Riza put her hand against his chest, giving Roy a warning look. He smiled. “Right pocket, inside the handkerchief.”
Echoing his smile, Riza fished out the clean cotton handkerchief. Roy had tucked a rubber into it. He wiggled his pants down a bit to get the zipper away from his tender flesh then helped Riza guide the thing on. Doing it with their costumes on while on top Olivia’s bed made Roy feel like a naughty teen. He wondered what Riza would think if he told her. Judging by the way she welcomed him inside her, Roy figured she was just as turned on.
Olivia’s sturdy bed hardly creaked as they tore up the bedding and nearly ended on the floor at least twice from their fevered lovemaking. Roy couldn’t help all the noise he made and Riza could probably be heard downstairs. This was unusual for them, so used to hiding but they were exhausted by the subterfuge, by their near deaths during the Promised Day, that they no longer cared.
Afterward, Roy could have contentedly slept on the hard bed but he knew eventually they would be missed. He kissed her tenderly. “I love you more than life.”
“I have always loved you,” she replied but all too soon wiggled free of his grasp. Riza rearranged her costume, attaching her tail again all the while giving him a look that made him want to tear it off her and make love to her all night. Riza ducked into the master bath while he tried to forget the image of her twitching her tail at him.
After Riza washed up a bit, Roy slogged to his feet, used condom in hand. “Go on down. I’ll be there shortly.”
Giving him another kiss, Riza left and Roy went to wash out the condom so he could put it back in his pocket without making a mess. He heard bedroom door open. “Forget something?” he called cheerily. When there was no answer, Roy glanced over at the bathroom door.
Olivia stood there, whirling his costume teeth around her finger. Roy could see tomorrow’s headlines now: ‘Freshly Promoted General Found Assassinated in Armstrong’s Bathroom.’ He’d just be happy if his tombstone didn’t read ‘drowned in the toilet.’
* * *
Author’s Note – after a conversation recently, I decided to take the historical aspect one step further. I’ve been giving them the old fashioned condom tins but made them disposable. Rubbers of the earth equivalent time period were much thicker and well, you had to wash and reuse them.
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Date: 2009-10-30 11:49 am (UTC)Terrific punchline, although I think my favourite line is still the one about Al "following his penis like a divining rod". Snort, and I can totally see it, too. He seems totally more likely to play the field (nicely, of course) than Ed.
P.S. Those cat costumes were totally Rebecca's idea.
P.P.S. Period condoms ftw! Uh, apart from the bit where you have to clean them afterwards. And you know I'm always deeply entertained when Riza is all "condom, mister". Oh, and I love that he'd considered having mid-party sex enough to actually bring one.
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Date: 2009-10-30 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 04:39 pm (UTC)just decided to fem!dom the ever-living shit out of him. Love it
now he's glad he washed that condom
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Date: 2009-10-30 07:54 pm (UTC)Al is definitely more likely to be a player than Ed
Somehow I don't doubt it was Rebecca's idea, those costumes (just reread volume 20)
Riza is definitely not going to go in for unsafe sex (then again I just wrote myself into a corner in a Roy/Olivia I'm working on where forethought of condoms would not work) I suspect Roy knew he'd be having sex at some point that night
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Date: 2009-10-30 08:11 pm (UTC)Re. the Roy/Olivia - well, if Olivia orders sexing and doesn't want to stop for condoms, would Roy dare to contradict? I'm looking forward to reading that. Your smut is great, and Roy/Olivia = awesome and hot. Does she do dreadfully filthy things to him? Am I asking for spoilers? I'll stop now. XD
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Date: 2009-10-30 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 08:51 pm (UTC)Yes Ed is very attached to people he definitely strikes me as monogamist.
I doubt Roy would say boo to any of Olivia's orders. I'm actually writing two Roy/Olivia stories for
but now it's time to head to the theatre and be a sadist. Oh and I went and friended you since you're fun to talk to
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Date: 2009-10-30 09:11 pm (UTC)Awesome, more Roy/Olivia! The world needs more.
Cool, I am going off to friend you back too. You are also fun to talk to. I look forward to cheering you on for nanowrimo! Have fun at the theatre!
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Date: 2009-10-30 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-31 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-31 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-31 04:24 am (UTC)Roy/Olivia is definitely my guilty pleasure pairing for FMA.
cool. and I did
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Date: 2009-11-01 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-01 11:58 pm (UTC)Haha poor Al, Katherine would probably find him too unmuscular.
ELD gave me Olivia's costume
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Date: 2009-11-02 03:06 pm (UTC)pretty much anything with horns is appropriate for her. :D
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Date: 2009-11-02 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-03 12:04 am (UTC)