Methinks I'll make this a two-shot, since the sequel is probably gonna be longer. And yes, I am putting off working on Delightful Impossibility for this because 1) my Muse has abandoned that one, and 2) I want to get this one published so I can type the sequel instead of hand-writing it. My handwriting is shit, and sometimes I can't even read it. Sad, isn't it?
Anyone notice that in every genre of fanfics, there's that character who's always caught in the awkward moments when the protagonists of the fic start getting hot and heavy? I think for FMA fics that character is Havoc, if he isn't one of the mains. Poor guy. XD
Anyhow, more RoyxHughes goodness.
Roy strolled out of the building, his breath misting heavily in the cold night air, pulling his overcoat tighter around his shoulders. "Damn, it's cold." He muttered, picking up his pace to a brisk trot.
"You got that right." Chuckled a familiar voice behind him. Roy turned, his murky dark eyes falling on Maes.
"Idiot, why don't you have a coat?" Roy growled, scowling at the older man who looked as if he was this close to shivering.
"Forgot one at home, I guess." Maes replied, walking up next to the younger officer and huddling against him for warmth.
Roy slipped out of his coat, handing it to Maes. "Genius. Here, put that on while I hail a cab. I was gonna walk home, but since you're standing there shivering we might as well take the fast way back."
Maes chuckled, pulling the heavy garment around his shoulders gratefully as Roy pulled over a taxi. "Thanks, Roy. I'll pay for the ride." He said, sliding into the back seat next to Roy.
"Nah, I will. You can repay your debt in full when we get home." Roy chuckled, hooding his eyes slyly at the older man.
"Ooh, I'm looking forward to it." Maes replied, a grin spreading over his face. He leaned over, planting a chaste kiss on Roy's cheek.
"Don't start it in the car, we'll scare the driver." Roy murmured, his eyes flashing at the older man. "Now who's the impatient one?"
Maes chuckled. "I wasn't starting anything, Roy. You're the one whose brain is in his genitalia."
"Can't deny that." Roy replied cheerfully. One hand slithered from Roy's side up Maes' thigh, though the older man's hand caught it.
"Hoi now! Save it." Maes chided, a wolfish grin on his face. "You were scolding me just now, hypocrite."
"Sorry. It's your fault, Maes." Roy grinned back, withdrawing his hand. "You got me started."
Maes shrugged. "So you can end it 'til we get home. Half the fun is the anticipation, remember?"
"That depends on the temperament of the individual. Me, not so much." The colonel snorted.
"Well, we already knew that. Wait, we're here." The older man noted, sliding out and holding the door for Roy.
Mustang paid the cab driver and stepped out of the vehicle, strolling up to the main door of the apartment complex. They had to go up a flight of stairs and down a short corridor before Roy brought his key out, opening the front door and allowing Maes before him into the one-bedroom apartment.
"Cozy." Maes remarked, hanging Roy's coat on its peg.
"Eh, it's better than a cardboard box." Maes snorted in mild amusement at the younger man's sarcastic reply. He turned, one arm wrapping around Roy's waist and pulling him close, their bodies pressing flush with one another. Their lips crushed together, Roy burying his hands in Maes' dark hair while the older man began deftly unbuttoning the colonel's jacket.
Maes pushed the uniform jacket from Roy's shoulders, slipping his hands under the white undershirt to rub his rough hands against the younger man's toned abdomen, paying special attention to the perking nipples. Roy moaned deliciously, leaning into the touch as he impatiently removed Maes' coat and shirt, almost ripping the fabric in the process. He ignored the older man's breathy chuckle of amusement and dipped his head, drawing lazy circles across Maes' collarbone with his tongue; sucking, nipping, and marking it as his.
Roy was forced to pause for a moment as Maes pulled the shirt off, grumbling darkly as one hand on his chest kept the colonel from pressing against his lover. "Patience is a virtue, Roy. Though we've all figured out by now that you're about as virtuous as any other man-whore." Maes purred, letting Roy plaster himself against the older man and laving the hollow of Roy's neck with kisses and licks.
"If I was halfway lucid I'd fry you for that comment, Maes." Roy growled, pausing in his endeavor to gain entrance to Maes' mouth.
The older man chuckled and pushed his lover away, bracing one hand against the wall so he could kick off his boots and pull his thick socks off. "I'm sure you would."
Reminded that he was(unfortunately) still mostly dressed, Roy huffed irritably and removed his own footwear, his breath hissing between clenched teeth as he felt a pair of rough, gentle hands rub his back alluringly, stopping just below the small of his back to Roy's irritation. "Bedroom, now, before I fuck you into the wall." Roy growled, his dark eyes flashing as he looked over his shoulder at a smirking Maes.
A throaty chuckle bubbled up from the older man's chest, and the way it rolled so silkily from Maes' tongue was almost enough to make Roy cream himself. Fuck. Look at me. I really need to… do something or other, my mind's so fucked up I can't think properly. Don't think, Mustang, just fuck the man's brains out! He straightened up and followed Maes to the bedroom, choking slightly when he saw Maes sprawled out on the bed, pants around his knees, pleasuring himself.
"Can't you wait for me, ya hypocrite?" Roy growled, clambering onto the bed to hover over his lover, smacking Maes' hands away.
"Heh, sorry." The older man smirked, craning his head up to claim Roy's lips as he ran his fingers along the hem of the alchemist's pants. Roy's moan was cut off and replaced by a surprised grunt as Maes suddenly flipped them over, pinning the younger man to the bed.
"Don't give me that look, Roy." Maes chuckled, trailing kisses, licks and nips down the colonel's body, pausing at his navel. "I'll let you have your fun, but let me have mine. Equivalent exchange, remember?"
Roy was about to sneer back, but it was forestalled when a moan forced its way from his lips. That damned Maes was doing wonderful things with his mouth and hands, and any ill will Roy harbored was swept away on the wave of pleasure that wracked his body.
This man has no shame, and quite a pair of lungs. Maes mused idly, smirking at the range(and volume) of sounds that Roy produced. Suits him, the hothead he is. Damn, I've missed him.
Just before his lover went over the edge, Maes ceased his ministrations and sat up, trying not to chuckle at the glare Roy shot him. The combination of anger and lust in those murky dark eyes almost sent the older man over the edge, but his train of thought was interrupted as Roy lunged, pressing him into the bed and crushing their lips together.
"Enough of you," Roy growled huskily, one hand searching desperately for the small tube he knew was still in his drawer somewhere.
"I'm surprised." Maes purred, massaging the younger man's inner things teasingly. "Your long vacation must've cooled you down; before, you'd either get fed up and start pounding my brains out or gag me with cum pretty quickly."
Roy's lips captured Maes' surprisingly tenderly, the younger man murmuring as he pulled back, "I'm only putting up with it because I missed you so damn much all this time, and I don't know when or if I'll get this again."
AN: Sorry folks, no lemon yet. We'll save it for the sequel. You can tell I was losing the battle with my Muse, but stubbornness wins this time.
The alarm's raucous squall was abrupt cut off as a container of lube struck the device, sending it crashing to the floor.
Maes pulled himself into a sitting position, stretching languidly with a loud yawn. He shook his head roughly, blinking a few times before turning to gaze at his lover, a fond smile curving his lips. He leaned over, the thumb of his free hand gently caressing the younger man's cheekbone. "Be nice to the alarm, Roy." He chided softly.
Roy's groan of protest was muffled by the covers as he turned over, grumbling incoherently. Maes smirked mischievously, running his hands up Roy's spine with a feather-light touch, causing the younger man to shudder and arch his back, sitting upright as a noise halfway between a moan and whimper escaped his lips. "Dammit, Hughes, don't do that." Roy hissed.
Maes chuckled, wrapping his arms around the alchemist's waist to pull him into his lap, resting his chin on Roy's shoulder. "It's so fun to, though!"
Roy leaned sleepily into the older man's embrace, sighing in contentment. "Oh fine. I don't have the energy to argue."
Maes nuzzled his lover affectionately, wishing that they could stay like this forever, but they had work to go to, and Maes his wife and daughter. "That's good, because time to leave is rapidly approaching." He replied, a tinge of regret entering his voice.
Roy peered over Maes' shoulder at the clock, pulling a rueful face. "Gah. When I'm Fuhrer I'll pass a law that prohibits any paying job to require its employees to be at work before noon."
He clambered over Maes to get off the bed, stretching until his back popped. The older man ran his fingers playfully over Roy's ribcage, grinning back at the reproving glare it earned him. "If you don't want us to be late then stop teasing me." The younger man grumbled, delving into a chest of drawers to retrieve clean clothing. Maes gathered up his own discarded uniform, and the two of them went into the shower together. Admittedly that probably wasn't the best idea, considering that it made both of them late and gave Roy a slight limp. But neither of them cared; they wanted to draw out the reunion as long as possible.
As they both walked in, Riza's critical amber eyes noticed the tell-tale limp in both men's strides and shook her head. "I hope you boys had fun last night. But Colonel, remember you scheduled a patrol of the city today?"
Maes' throaty, infectious laugh bubbled up from his chest. He slapped Roy heartily on the back, shaking his head at the despairing look that had overtaken the alchemist's face. "Tough luck, Roy. Well, I'd better go get reamed out by my boss for being late. See you later." He strolled off, sketching a lazy salute toward Riza and the others.
Roy waved absently, wondering how he was going to survive the patrol then hours on end of sitting on his sore backside doing paperwork that bored him to distraction. "Oh, before we set out on the patrol, I need to have a word with Lt. Havoc."
Jean cringed. "Damn, looks like you didn't forget…"
"Unfortunately for you." Roy smirked, curling a finger at his reluctant subordinate. Albeit slowly, Jean pushed himself upright and trailed after Roy into his office, shooting a look over his shoulder that begged his fellows to treat his ashes kindly. They nodded solemnly as the door closed.
Riza looked up as an ashen-faced Jean emerged from the office a few minutes later. They had been getting worried, considering the lack of Roy's irate ranting rattling the windows.
"What'd he say?" Someone ventured quietly.
Jean sat heavily in his seat, burying his face in one hand. "Guys… I think I'm bi." The lieutenant muttered, almost inaudible.
Riza couldn't suppress a grin and patted Jean's shoulder sympathetically. "Oh, that trick. Don't worry, Lt. Havoc, it works on almost everyone."
She shook her head at the warily curious glances given her. They didn't want to know.
And honestly, I don't want to either. Poor Havoc. XD
Okay, now I can start typing the sequel to this and stop putting off Delightful Impossibility.