Fic - Of Ice and Fire

[cornerofmadness]

Of Ice and Fire
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – I am not a cow. All rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Warnings – sexualization of weapons
Pairing – Roy/Olivia
Timeline – sometime before the main action of the story, in the mentioned training session in Briggs, no real spoilers
Summary – Their deadliness just adds to the excitement
Author’s Note – written for the fall version of springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist, Olivia/Mustang: weapons kink - sexual Mexican standoffthanks to evil_little_dogfor the beta. I played a little loosely with the idea of a weapon’s kink and the standoff ….Roy couldn’t make it much of one. He was too eager, still I hope it pleases.
Word Count – 2,334



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An icy wind seemed to blow straight up his butt as if his uniform, long johns and boxers didn’t exist. Mustang shivered as he stared across the snowy field at the Wall of Briggs. Armstrong didn’t seemed bothered by the cold but if the stories about her had a kernel of truth to them, the frigid wind emanated from her.

“Ready, Mustang?” Olivia shot him a look that would have made the wild bear in the region take pause.

Roy was going to find out who had assigned his group to training in Briggs and set them on fire. Of course, he couldn’t show any fear now, not when half of her soldiers were ringed around the sparring circle and all he had in his corner were his men and Riza, who probably secretly sided with her own sex. How did he get roped into a no-weapons hand to hand battle with Olivia, anyhow? And just how big were the bets against him? “I’m ready.”

Roy had heard Alex Louis extolling his sister’s virtues over the phone for days when the big man learned that his fellow alchemist was going to Briggs – damn Maes for letting that out. The muscular alchemist must have some strange looking glass he viewed his sister in because, while she was as beautiful as Alex Louis had said, there was a coldness to her that said Olivia wasn’t going to hold back and that she might just maim him and enjoy it. Why was that thought more enticing than scary?

“The point of this exercise is combat under adverse conditions and how it affects your plan of attack,” Olivia said, giving a justification to the battle.

Roy nodded. The one thing his real mother had taught him before she died was Xingese fighting styles. He got the idea that maybe his mother had been a guard to a Royal. Chris Mustang had made sure Roy got trained by another Xing expatriate and he still met with the old bastard regularly. The only problem was Olivia was a woman and, while he had no doubt they were as deadly as men, he wasn’t comfortably hitting them.

He and Olivia circled one another and a wild hare of a thought hopped through his mind. Olivia was downright sexy with the evil glint in her blue eyes. Roy spared a moment to entertain that hare when he shouldn’t have. Olivia lunged at him and he barely sidestepped, his foot slipping on the snow.

Roy tried a roundhouse kick and Olivia surprised him with her speed. She caught his foot so he tried the tricky maneuver of using that foot as a fulcrum to swing up and kick her in the head with the other foot. His muscles bunched and his foot skidded out from under him and he ended up dangling by his ankle. Olivia slammed him against the frozen ground like a rag doll, robbing him of his breath.

Roy considered just lying there, bleeding internally, but knew his men would lose a lot of money on the bets if he lost that fast. Besides, he’d be the laughingstock of Briggs if he didn’t do better. He rolled out of the way of her boot.

“See how fast he lost his footing?” Olivia continued her mock tutorial. “You need to use your surroundings in a land like this.”

Sounded like a good idea to him. Roy grabbed a handful of snow and slammed the ball right into her eyes. Olivia stumbled back a step and he exploded off the ground, catching her in the belly with his shoulder. He let out a startled grunt. Damn, the woman was as solid as her brother’s alchemic rock formations. He managed to get her off her feet but Olivia took him down with her, to the cheers of the entire crowd. He wondered which of them they were egging on.

Squirming free, Roy staggered to his feet, shivering. Snow had gotten into his pants. Olivia came out of the snow bank, closely resembling the wild bears he had been thinking about before, death in her eyes. He snapped without thinking but he only had on snow gloves. Nothing like looking like a chicken in the face of the enemy. Reflex, it’s a reflex not fear, he argued with himself.

Catching her arm when she charged, Roy tried to toss Olivia back down but she managed to pick him up instead. Damn, she was taller than him and pound for pound, she was frightfully strong. Olivia dashed him to the ground again, this time coming down on top of him, trying to pin him. As she loomed over him on all fours, two thoughts went through Roy’s mind. One, he wanted to do this position again only with no audience and a lot less clothing and two, she had left herself open. Catching hold of her waist, he brought his knee up hard against her backside and twisted, unseating her.

They grappled in the snow and Olivia paid him back for the snow to the face. She dumped a handful down his pants and while his cock was busy shrinking to a button, the general flipped him onto his belly. Her weight came down on his shoulders and she forced his head into the snow. For a moment he thought she would actually keep going because it was getting hard to breathe then the weight lifted and Olivia helped him up.

“Good effort, Mustang. You did adapt well. I figured you had been behind a desk too long.” Olivia thumped his back.

“I feel like you’re right about that.” Roy winced, massaging his arms. “Lesson done for the day?”

“Yes. I have some other business to attend to,” she said then rubbed her belly where he had hit her, adding softly, “Then find time for the hot springs.”

Roy’s eyes widened. He had heard Briggs had natural springs but hadn’t known there were any on base. More surprising was the idea that Olivia did anything like lounging in hot water. That helped his cold-shriveled parts perk back up. “Where are they?”

“They’re private,” she said, sailing off.

His smirk felt frozen but at least it still worked. “We’ll see about that.”

* * *

Roy wondered if putting on his static gloves had been a smart idea. They were like a second skin and he felt naked without them. Still, he probably should have put on warmer gloves over them. It hadn’t taken him too terribly long to learn where the hot springs were. Miles had been rather forthcoming. Frankly, Roy liked the man. He played a mean game of chess and both of them were of mixed blood. It gave them a common bond. However, if Miles knew Olivia had gone to the springs, he probably would have steered Roy off a cliff or something. Roy suspected the man liked her.

The stone hut close to one of the outer walls looked old, far older than the base. Roy didn’t doubt it had once belonged to the hardy people who had first settled the area. There weren’t too many footprints in the snow so either Olivia kept them too busy to relax or more likely no one but their insane commander favored an icy walk back after soaking in hot water.

The minerals in the steamy air tickled Mustang’s nose when he slipped inside. He wasn’t surprised to see the bathhouse was empty except for Olivia. Also not unexpected was the fact she had her swords back. Her hands paused in their attempt to loosen her sword belt. Her cold eyes pinioned him before he got more than two steps in.

“When I mentioned the bath, I didn’t mean for you to follow,” she said but he thought maybe that was a lie.

“Maybe I came looking for a rematch.” He rubbed his fingers together, kicking up sparks.

Her fingers ticked off her sword’s hilt. “Oh, really?” To his surprise, Olivia actually did pull the sword. She danced deftly around the slick stone and steaming pools.

Roy circled the opposite way, kicking up more sparks. This was truly stupid. Olivia halted, pointing that very wickedly looking blade at him. Why did he feel no doubt that it had been used? Two warriors stood facing one another, stalemated. Could he snap before she struck? Would he? Olivia was an ally, after all.

She chuckled, sheathing the sword. Olivia came across the bath so fast, Roy felt like a mouse before a well-practiced cat. She caught his shoulders bearing him back against the wall with a sharp rap. Her hands slid down his arms, catching his gloved hands, lifting them to her lips. Olivia nipped the array. “Such amazing weapons, you know that, don’t you? I would have loved to have seen you in action.”

Roy shuddered. “I hated being in action.”

She sucked on one of his cotton-glad fingers. “Too soft, like my brother. Small, too, but daring enough, I think.”

“Try me,” Roy said, his voice rough as a frisson of desire sped southward with all of his available blood supply. His cock hardened so quickly it ached against the inside of his zipper. The way her mouth worked against his finger made him want to shuck his clothes and let her do whatever she wanted with him, which he was hoping was the general idea.

Olivia took that as the open invitation it was. Her lips played over his array again then she destroyed the buttons on his shirt, ripping it and his jacket open, imprisoning his arms expertly in the cloth. She caught one of his nipples in her teeth, tugging. Roy grunted, trying to get her sword belt off. Olivia pushed him back against the wall. She took off the weapon herself while he got out of his ruined clothing. Without a word or any sense of play, Olivia shucked out of all her clothing then took a few steps back before descending into one of the steaming pools. She beckoned to him.

Roy tore out of the remainders of his uniform, dragging his trousers to the water’s edge. In hopes of finding Olivia as turned on by the day’s sparring as he was, he had tucked a condom tin into his pocket. Roy splashed into the water, trying to catch Olivia. She slipped out into the middle of the pool as lithe as an otter. To his delight, she wheeled around and captured him.

Her mouth claimed his as her strong hand closed over his cock. The warm water waved around his flesh as Olivia stroked him. He moaned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He teased her clit until her eyes closed, a blissful look coming over her face like none he had ever seen her wear before.

She rubbed a thumb over the head of his cock. “You are exactly what I hoped you’d be, Mustang.”

“So you did want me to follow you.” He grinned.

“Couldn’t decide if I wanted to slap you around some more or just pin you down.” Olivia shifted her grip on him, pushing him down further in the water so it covered his chest. “This does seem the more pleasurable choice.”

“I’m sure you’ll find time to slap me around another day.” Roy laughed, clawing for his trousers. “Came prepared.”

“Knowing your reputation, I’m not surprised,” Olivia said, letting him pull himself up out of the water.

“You wound me,” Roy said, fishing for the condom as he leaned, half exposed, against the stone.

Olivia’s hand slapped his bared backside, hard. Roy yelped. “Oh, I most certainly can.”

Roy twisted around, condom in hand. Olivia plucked it from him, guiding it on with a firm hand before pulling Roy back into the water. The way the hot water swirled around his ass and testicles made his eyes shut in delight. Olivia pinned him against the smooth cutaway area designed for the bathers to just stretch out and relax. Roy didn’t think he could have taken the dominate position from her, even in he wanted to.

Olivia slid him into her, their bodies splashing together. Her breasts floated and bobbed as she moved on him. Roy couldn’t help playing with them, planting kisses on the pale, firm mounds where they peeked out of the water. Hot water accentuated the sensual feelings raging through him as Olivia rode him hard.

Olivia nipped his shoulder, her hips crashing into his. He slipped her free of him, managing to get her back against the wall. Gripping the stone, Roy used it as leverage, pushing back into Olivia. Her hands worked against the muscles of his back and ass while he thrust into her, her short nails cutting into him. Olivia panted against his neck, shuddering as he plunged deep into her.

“Damn,” she whispered. “More.”

Roy gladly obliged her, kissing her mouth hungrily. Her strong arms clasped around his back as she orgasmed again, leaving him wondering how she didn’t break his spine. The woman was frighteningly strong. Olivia’s hands dove under the water, grabbing onto his rump as he picked up speed, his own orgasm leaving him sagging against her.

Olivia lifted him up, flipping him onto the rocks next to her. He took a moment to slide off the condom, tying off one end before setting it on the rocks.

Her calloused hand smoothed his wet hair back off his face. “Tell me, were you this enthusiastic because I didn’t kill you this afternoon or because I nearly did?”

Roy laughed. “I wish I knew. I guess, if you try to kill me tomorrow with the same results, maybe we’ll know.”

Flicking water at him, Olivia laughed. “Ever hopeful, I like that about you, Mustang.”

“And you let me live, I like that about you.” He smirked.

“This is going to be a very interesting training session,” Olivia observed.

Roy slid down in the water, relaxing. “I certainly hope so.”