Fic- Love Shared
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cornerofmadnessLove Shared
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corneofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Gracia + Maes
Warning – voyeurism
Timeline – envisoning this as sometime before the main action. No spoilers
Summary – Maes might be exhausted but he’s not so tired he can’t enjoy watching
Author’s Note –written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the Prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy/Gracia + Maes: Watching/voyeurism: Smooth as silk thanks to enemytosleep for the beta
Word Count - 1419
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Maes came in out of the rain. He knew dinner was long cold, and he was supposed to have met Roy at the train station hours ago. He had sent someone to pick the colonel up but the damnable man wasn’t there when Sergeant Wells got to the station.
It wasn’t very surprising, however, to find Roy on Maes’ couch, his head dangerously close to Gracia’s. Apparently, they hadn’t heard him come, in at least until Maes tossed his sopping umbrella into the umbrella stand. They both peered out of the room, grinning broadly. That’s when he spotted the wine glasses in their hands.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, slumping into the room.
“Oh, Maes. You look exhausted.” Gracia sat her glass down, popping up to come give her husband a kiss.
“I’d have said he fell under the train.”
“That’s because you’re a rude, tactless man,” Maes replied, throwing himself down next to Roy.
“I came here on vacation to be abused?” Roy put on his very best pout.
“We all know why you came, Roy.” Gracia reached over the back of the couch and ruffled his hair. “I’ll go warm up dinner if you like, Maes.”
“Thanks, or a sandwich would do.” Maes let his head slump back on the couch after a few abortive attempts to undo his boot laces.
Roy leaned over and undid the tight laces for him. “What happened?”
“There was a rape outside the officer’s club just as I was leaving work. She got beat up pretty bad. Didn’t even want to admit anything happened, let alone who did it. You know how it is.”
“No, I’m not an investigator, and I’m glad for it,” Roy replied.
“Some days it is hard but most of the time, I like working puzzles. You know how I am.” Maes nudged Roy.
“All too well. You’re insane.” Roy smirked.
“Yes, but a lunatic must have been what you were looking for.” Maes summoned up a leer.
Roy snorted as Gracia rejoined them. “You look done for the night, Maes. I’ll be here a week. Maybe I should just go to my hotel tonight.”
“Roy you don’t have to run off so fast.” Gracia sat on her husband’s lap and took Roy’s hand.
“Besides, maybe I’m in the mood to watch,” Maes said, not sure where the thought had come from, but decided it wasn’t a bad idea. From the way Roy had sounded over the phone the last few weeks, he could probably use the release, and Maes was happy to sit back and let him have it. He was also glad Gracia was holding hands with Roy. So many people were afraid to touch his hands in general that Roy felt self conscious about them.
Roy’s eyebrows raised, a lazy, hungry smile cutting across his face. “You married such a pervert, Gracia.”
She kissed Roy. “That’s why we like him so.”
“Indeed.” Roy looped his arms around her, pulling Gracia off Maes’ lap and into his.
“I did mean after I ate,” Maes said dryly.
“Rules, rules.” Roy groaned, letting Gracia go.
She got up and headed back to the kitchen. Maes watched Roy drowse a bit on the couch while the investigator finished his late meal and let it settle some. Maes was always amazed at Roy’s ability to cat nap then pop up full of energy. He figured it came from long hours in a dark lab. Gracia went up ahead of them, presumably to turn down the bedding, slip into something sexy that wouldn’t last long anyhow, and get the condoms out. That was the rule in their games: protection. Roy surely didn’t want Maes to be raising his child and Riza, when she could be there, couldn’t afford a pregnancy.
“Go on up,” Maes swept a hand to the stairs.
“You just want to watch my ass,” Roy said, starting up them.
“That ass is one of the many reasons we keep you around,” Maes assured him.
Roy hustled up the stairs, obviously reenergized. Maes followed more sedately, still weary down to the bone but restless all the same. If he had sent Roy home, Maes knew he still wouldn’t have slept. They arrived upstairs and found that Gracia had pulled the padded chair she used in the sewing room into the bedroom. It now sat in front of firmly shut curtains, facing the bed.
“We could have rearranged the furniture for you,” Maes said, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of her moving such a large piece on her own while they dozed on the couch.
“Nonsense.” She nodded to the little bottle of lotion next to the chair. Maes knew what she thought he’d be doing while he watched. Gracia was probably right.
He settled into his chair, trying to be as much like the furniture as he could. It wouldn’t be the first time he had watched Roy and Gracia kiss and in the back of his mind, Maes knew a lot of men would be jealous or couldn’t watch but it turned him on. The people he loved best, loving each other, how could he not be aroused?
Roy kissed Gracia differently than he kissed Maes; with Gracia, he was more tender with none of his rough edges. Gracia’s fingers twisted in Roy’s tousled hair. Maes knew she liked playing with Roy’s hair, and he didn’t blame her. It was silky and soft and it smelled of something other than standard military-issue shampoo. Then again, everything about Roy seemed to have that non-standard military feel to it.
Maes felt the first hint of arousal stirring below his belt as Roy kissed his way down Gracia’s shoulder, taking her nightie’s thin straps down. His lips caressed their way over her breasts ,and from the way her neck arched, from the soft sounds escaping Gracia’s throat, Maes knew that she liked it.
“Smooth as silk,” Roy muttered against her skin.
Gracia tugged hungrily at Roy’s shirt and he let her slip him out of it. His small build belied the fact he was actually well muscled. Maes loved looking at the whipcord muscle stretched out over Roy’s lithe frame. Gracia did as well, judging by the kisses she sprinkled over Roy’s torso.
By the time they were naked, Maes had his own pants undone with lotion on his hands. His movement over his own cock was very slow, just enough to keep him aroused. He was far more intent on watching his lovers make love. Roy knew how to play his partners, male or female, knew just where to touch and lick and kiss. Maes often wondered if Roy had been born knowing or if had he had some spectacular teacher none of them knew about. It didn’t matter, though, not when it gave him the beautiful display he had now.
Gracia writhed on the sheets under Roy, her skin a lovely rose hue as Roy caressed and stroked her, bringing her to climax without even entering her yet. Roy let her catch her breath as he tugged on his condom. Maes’ hand picked up pace unconsciously, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure shooting up through him.
Gracia welcomed Roy inside her with a soft moan, her legs locking over his butt. Maes watched as Roy went from honey-slow to wild as a storm. Their cries lent speed to Maes’ hands as he rubbed his fingers up and over his sensitive head. He spilled even before Roy did.
Panting hard, Maes watched Roy cuddle Gracia close, whispering something to her that Maes couldn’t hear. He let his eyelids droop, knowing he needed to get up and clean up. The next thing he knew, Maes felt a warm wet towel on him, startling him awake. Gracia smiled at him as she cleaned him up. Roy was already curled up in the middle of the bed where he was apparently spending the night.
Gracia chuckled, nodding to the alchemist, “Just like a cat.”
Maes snorted, struggling to his feet. “A cat we could push to the bottom of the bed.”
“You love me,” Roy muttered, obviously not as asleep as he looked.
“We do.” Maes took the towel from Gracia and got up to discard it in the bathroom.
She was already in the bed with Roy by the time he got back. He snuggled in with them, utterly content to have most of his little family back with him, even if it was just for a short time.
Author –
corneofmadnessDisclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Gracia + Maes
Warning – voyeurism
Timeline – envisoning this as sometime before the main action. No spoilers
Summary – Maes might be exhausted but he’s not so tired he can’t enjoy watching
Author’s Note –written for
springkink for the Prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy/Gracia + Maes: Watching/voyeurism: Smooth as silk thanks to enemytosleep for the betaWord Count - 1419
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Maes came in out of the rain. He knew dinner was long cold, and he was supposed to have met Roy at the train station hours ago. He had sent someone to pick the colonel up but the damnable man wasn’t there when Sergeant Wells got to the station.
It wasn’t very surprising, however, to find Roy on Maes’ couch, his head dangerously close to Gracia’s. Apparently, they hadn’t heard him come, in at least until Maes tossed his sopping umbrella into the umbrella stand. They both peered out of the room, grinning broadly. That’s when he spotted the wine glasses in their hands.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, slumping into the room.
“Oh, Maes. You look exhausted.” Gracia sat her glass down, popping up to come give her husband a kiss.
“I’d have said he fell under the train.”
“That’s because you’re a rude, tactless man,” Maes replied, throwing himself down next to Roy.
“I came here on vacation to be abused?” Roy put on his very best pout.
“We all know why you came, Roy.” Gracia reached over the back of the couch and ruffled his hair. “I’ll go warm up dinner if you like, Maes.”
“Thanks, or a sandwich would do.” Maes let his head slump back on the couch after a few abortive attempts to undo his boot laces.
Roy leaned over and undid the tight laces for him. “What happened?”
“There was a rape outside the officer’s club just as I was leaving work. She got beat up pretty bad. Didn’t even want to admit anything happened, let alone who did it. You know how it is.”
“No, I’m not an investigator, and I’m glad for it,” Roy replied.
“Some days it is hard but most of the time, I like working puzzles. You know how I am.” Maes nudged Roy.
“All too well. You’re insane.” Roy smirked.
“Yes, but a lunatic must have been what you were looking for.” Maes summoned up a leer.
Roy snorted as Gracia rejoined them. “You look done for the night, Maes. I’ll be here a week. Maybe I should just go to my hotel tonight.”
“Roy you don’t have to run off so fast.” Gracia sat on her husband’s lap and took Roy’s hand.
“Besides, maybe I’m in the mood to watch,” Maes said, not sure where the thought had come from, but decided it wasn’t a bad idea. From the way Roy had sounded over the phone the last few weeks, he could probably use the release, and Maes was happy to sit back and let him have it. He was also glad Gracia was holding hands with Roy. So many people were afraid to touch his hands in general that Roy felt self conscious about them.
Roy’s eyebrows raised, a lazy, hungry smile cutting across his face. “You married such a pervert, Gracia.”
She kissed Roy. “That’s why we like him so.”
“Indeed.” Roy looped his arms around her, pulling Gracia off Maes’ lap and into his.
“I did mean after I ate,” Maes said dryly.
“Rules, rules.” Roy groaned, letting Gracia go.
She got up and headed back to the kitchen. Maes watched Roy drowse a bit on the couch while the investigator finished his late meal and let it settle some. Maes was always amazed at Roy’s ability to cat nap then pop up full of energy. He figured it came from long hours in a dark lab. Gracia went up ahead of them, presumably to turn down the bedding, slip into something sexy that wouldn’t last long anyhow, and get the condoms out. That was the rule in their games: protection. Roy surely didn’t want Maes to be raising his child and Riza, when she could be there, couldn’t afford a pregnancy.
“Go on up,” Maes swept a hand to the stairs.
“You just want to watch my ass,” Roy said, starting up them.
“That ass is one of the many reasons we keep you around,” Maes assured him.
Roy hustled up the stairs, obviously reenergized. Maes followed more sedately, still weary down to the bone but restless all the same. If he had sent Roy home, Maes knew he still wouldn’t have slept. They arrived upstairs and found that Gracia had pulled the padded chair she used in the sewing room into the bedroom. It now sat in front of firmly shut curtains, facing the bed.
“We could have rearranged the furniture for you,” Maes said, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of her moving such a large piece on her own while they dozed on the couch.
“Nonsense.” She nodded to the little bottle of lotion next to the chair. Maes knew what she thought he’d be doing while he watched. Gracia was probably right.
He settled into his chair, trying to be as much like the furniture as he could. It wouldn’t be the first time he had watched Roy and Gracia kiss and in the back of his mind, Maes knew a lot of men would be jealous or couldn’t watch but it turned him on. The people he loved best, loving each other, how could he not be aroused?
Roy kissed Gracia differently than he kissed Maes; with Gracia, he was more tender with none of his rough edges. Gracia’s fingers twisted in Roy’s tousled hair. Maes knew she liked playing with Roy’s hair, and he didn’t blame her. It was silky and soft and it smelled of something other than standard military-issue shampoo. Then again, everything about Roy seemed to have that non-standard military feel to it.
Maes felt the first hint of arousal stirring below his belt as Roy kissed his way down Gracia’s shoulder, taking her nightie’s thin straps down. His lips caressed their way over her breasts ,and from the way her neck arched, from the soft sounds escaping Gracia’s throat, Maes knew that she liked it.
“Smooth as silk,” Roy muttered against her skin.
Gracia tugged hungrily at Roy’s shirt and he let her slip him out of it. His small build belied the fact he was actually well muscled. Maes loved looking at the whipcord muscle stretched out over Roy’s lithe frame. Gracia did as well, judging by the kisses she sprinkled over Roy’s torso.
By the time they were naked, Maes had his own pants undone with lotion on his hands. His movement over his own cock was very slow, just enough to keep him aroused. He was far more intent on watching his lovers make love. Roy knew how to play his partners, male or female, knew just where to touch and lick and kiss. Maes often wondered if Roy had been born knowing or if had he had some spectacular teacher none of them knew about. It didn’t matter, though, not when it gave him the beautiful display he had now.
Gracia writhed on the sheets under Roy, her skin a lovely rose hue as Roy caressed and stroked her, bringing her to climax without even entering her yet. Roy let her catch her breath as he tugged on his condom. Maes’ hand picked up pace unconsciously, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure shooting up through him.
Gracia welcomed Roy inside her with a soft moan, her legs locking over his butt. Maes watched as Roy went from honey-slow to wild as a storm. Their cries lent speed to Maes’ hands as he rubbed his fingers up and over his sensitive head. He spilled even before Roy did.
Panting hard, Maes watched Roy cuddle Gracia close, whispering something to her that Maes couldn’t hear. He let his eyelids droop, knowing he needed to get up and clean up. The next thing he knew, Maes felt a warm wet towel on him, startling him awake. Gracia smiled at him as she cleaned him up. Roy was already curled up in the middle of the bed where he was apparently spending the night.
Gracia chuckled, nodding to the alchemist, “Just like a cat.”
Maes snorted, struggling to his feet. “A cat we could push to the bottom of the bed.”
“You love me,” Roy muttered, obviously not as asleep as he looked.
“We do.” Maes took the towel from Gracia and got up to discard it in the bathroom.
She was already in the bed with Roy by the time he got back. He snuggled in with them, utterly content to have most of his little family back with him, even if it was just for a short time.
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Date: 2009-12-07 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-07 06:23 pm (UTC)And thanks. Roy has always struck me as rather cat-like
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Date: 2009-12-07 08:14 pm (UTC)If you like, I can email a zip of it to you. It's quite short, and worth it just for the pic of Roy asleep curled up like a cat and hugging a pillow.
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Date: 2009-12-07 10:13 pm (UTC)email - connorswhip at yahoo dot com
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Date: 2009-12-08 01:53 am (UTC)awesome
Date: 2009-12-12 03:28 am (UTC)Re: awesome
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