Of Puddles, Desks and Guns
Fanfic
Title: Of Puddles, Desks and Guns
Pairing: Roy/Someone
Rating: NC-17 Yes, we attempted teh pron
Contains pics
The atmosphere was rather oppressive as Jean Havoc walked into the room and slouched down on his seat near the colonel’s desk. Riza Hawkeye raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Havoc slowly begun to unravel, leaving nothing but a putrid mess of broken man on the table. Colonel Roy Mustang fought the desire to chuck the man out of the room that instant, but felt the bullet hole he would receive from Riza for leaving the piles of work on his desk would hardly be worth it. Besides, Fullmetal was due any second, which will be distraction enough for the man to get over his latest rejection. It wasn’t like the woman was a good lay or anything; he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
As if on cue, Edward Elric walked through the door, pulling a rather stubborn Alphonse in after him.
“Brother, I can’t be seen like this!” Al sounded close to tears as he clung to the doorframe.
“What’s wrong with it!? You look much cooler!”
All inside the room turned to see what exactly the problem was, only to gasp at the sight of poor Alphonse. His armor had many more, much larger and more grotesque spikes on it that usual, with detail of large fanged dragons and chimeras all over him. It was hard not to stare.
“Alphonse, what happened?” Riza asked, stunned.
“I fell off a bridge down onto some paving stones. My armor got a little dented, so Brother transmuted the armor to straighten it out….”
“You’ve never had very good taste, have you Fullmetal?” Mustang accused with a wry smile.
“Who’re you saying has a head too small to contain an ounce of artistic talent!?”
“Brother, nobody said that!” Alphonse took out some chalk from his pouch and, looking at himself in Mustang’s newly polished windows, figured out the spots that needed fixing. Mustang watched him with interest as he created little transmutation circles on his armor.
“You know Alphonse; you need to be more assertive when it comes to Fullmetal. He tends to be the dominant type. It would do his character good to be squashed sometimes.”
“What about you, you pompous colonel!” Ed retorted. “It’s not like YOU don’t dominate people at all.”
“For me it’s different. I have high goals and carry my domination well. It doesn’t suit half sized bean sprouts who don’t know their place when speaking to their superior.” Roy gave Ed his most self asserting smirk before settling back into his paperwork. He found he had to look up shortly though, to stop Ed’s newly transmuted automail sword reaching his neck.
“Edward, would you please settle down? And colonel, stop bating your subordinates, it’s very unprofessional.” Hawkeye sent a stern look around the room, letting everyone know who the boss really was. Ed found this the perfect opportunity to point out to Roy that there was one person he could not dominate, and it was a woman.
“I have no need to push my authority over Second Lieutenant Hawkeye; she is an excellent member of my staff and knows that my leadership skills will dominate anyone who steps out of line, including her should there be any need.” He cast a wary eye over to where Riza was standing. She was suddenly looking rather dangerous, so he felt it wise to steer the conversation away from her. He noticed the Havoc puddle still hadn’t been wiped off the desk and decided that this was the best time to partake some advice. “Now if you look at Havoc, there is a man who really needs to learn how to dominate. He is a sad excuse of a man who cannot hold a woman for any length of time, no matter how bad they are in bed. A true man takes a woman’s heart by being assertive, not lying on the desk in a pile of their own mucus.”
The puddle that was once Jean Havoc seemed to melt into oblivion, dribbled its way out the open door, and was gone…
Nobody needed to tell Roy that the oppressive atmosphere lingered, or that he needed to get back into his paperwork. They all felt it best to leave him to it, and even Hawkeye preferred to leave the room than make sure he kept himself on task.
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Roy wasn’t sure how or when he fell asleep at his desk, but he was sure he wasn’t on top of it when he did. He was also fairly sure he hadn’t put a blindfold over his eyes or tied himself down to the desk. The piles of paperwork that should still have covered his desk were absent as well.
He listened carefully into the darkness, trying to find out whether or not he was alone. Sure enough, shallow breathing could be heard not far from where he lay. He tried to talk to the person, glad to not be gagged as well.
“Excuse me but, what the ….mmph...”
The object he found rather suddenly in his mouth was far from pleasant. It was hard and had a metallic taste, like the butt of a gun….. Shit!
The offender took the gun-like object from his mouth and shushed him with a finger. Then, moving ever so slowly moved their hands down Roy’s horizontal form, stopping at the lower buttons of his jacket. After an age of the person trying to undo the bottom button, it finally popped open and warm hands moved up inside his shirt, rubbing across his skin erratically.
This person has no idea what they are doing, Roy mused to himself. He wasn’t too impressed with the situation though. He couldn’t be sure that this person was the only one in the room and if they intended to use the situation to harm his reputation. It was hardly a situation a future fuhrer should find himself in.
The intruder found a nipple and Mustang gave a squirm, fighting his body’s usual reaction to one of his favorite play areas. As the person continued on their attack of his nipples he struggled against his bindings, causing them to cut into him. He considered yelling out, but the prospect of someone coming in and finding him like this was less appetizing than the random S+M rape, especially as his nether regions were starting to respond to the person rubbing his now taut nipples. He also didn’t like taking chances as the person had made it quite clear that they had a gun…
…Gun?
Roy told himself to be rational, that there were hundreds of people in this facility with guns. He may have upset Hawkeye with his ‘I am the man’ attitude but he was sure she wouldn’t resort to these kinds of measures, would she? He tried to think of anyone else that would dare tie up the flame alchemist. Sure maybe Fullmetal would, but he felt the sexual play was a bit beyond him. Fullmetal didn’t seem the type to shove a gun into his mouth either. A sword at his throat was more his style.
“… Riza?” Roy asked the intruder tentatively, all the while trying to stop himself from responding to their touches. His work pants were baggy but he wasn’t confident they would do a good job of hiding the growing bulge should this keep up any longer.
The intruder hesitated for a couple of seconds, before Roy found the cold metallic object pushed against his head. Obviously this person, whoever they were, weren’t in the mood to chat. The person started twisting the gun against Roy’s head, moving it down his face and putting it at different angles against his skin, until he was left with no doubt the object was definitely a gun. The gun was moved down his cheek, twisted around his chin and followed the lines on his neck down to his chest. He heard the person cock the gun then, just as its cold shaft reached his chest, just above his heart.
A weaker man would have wet himself at that moment.
Roy was happy for the shock in one way, the erection he was having trouble repressing had subsided, but with the thoughts of someone a finger-pull away from putting a bullet through his chest were far from comforting. What was worse it was obvious the person only had one hand on the gun, as the other had started to rub across his skin again. Even more worrying… the gun was moving across his skin. He felt the cold metal roll over his nipple, making it harden again while the person’s other hand attacked his other nipple. He didn’t know whether or not this truly was Riza, but if it were he made a mental note that one, she liked nipples and two, he’d have to gently let her know that being tied up was never a fancy of his and never would be!
His captor must have realized the gun wasn’t being much of a turn-on, as they stopped their assault on his chest long enough to place the gun down on the desk, but close enough for Roy to realize there was a cocked gun sitting their waiting should he do anything wrong.
Roy was beside himself. He was fairly sure by this point it was Riza on the assault, who else would take on the Flame Alchemist? His problem was, even if she had no ulterior motive other than proving a point, he had no chance to escape. He had tested the ropes enough to know they weren’t coming loose anytime soon, and the treatment he was getting was starting t feel really, really good… ‘Ah!’
Tongue.
Warm and subtle, it traced along his collar bone, and then trailed up his neck to stop at an earlobe. He could felt the person’s breath on his face and smelt mint. As fingers continued to work away at his nipples his ear was teased with nibbles and bites, causing Roy to wonder about the lips that were now attaching themselves to him. They felt soft, belonging to a full mouth. Had he looked close enough at Riza to put this new image to her face? Considering how many times he had fantasized about the woman he decided he must have at some point, but was glad they were a fine set of lips in any case. Fine enough to wish for their feel all over his body, especially the part that was now protruding, he felt, rather shamelessly just below his waist.
The intruder must have read his thoughts, or at least noticed the bulge, as their hands moved from their nipple-taunting position down to undo the clasp at the top of his pants and undid the zip. Leaving little doggy-licks all down Roy’s torso, the person deftly withdrew the part of Roy’s anatomy that was calling for attention the most and began stroking it, passing it from hand to hand like it was dangerous for it to stay in one hand for too long. Roy decided if everything before didn’t count as being played with, this certainly did. He couldn’t complain though. Sure, partially because it felt good, but mostly because there was still a ready-to-go weapon lying coldly against his skin.
Roy felt tentative lips and tongue and decided to completely give in to the situation. It was certainly the easiest and if the person had done this to cause substantial harm they would have done it already. Not that Roy was thinking this at the time, for some reason all he wanted was those lips to travel a little further and open a little wider….
The licks started getting wilder and sloppier, with the person getting more adventurous. The person made moves to take Roy fully into their mouth and Roy held his breath in anticipation, only to have to let it go as a hand found his nipple again and rubbed it roughly, all the while the licking persisting down below. As the treatment continued Roy’s hips started bucking in anticipation to the touches, feeling himself fight against his bonds involuntarily. His only coherent thought being that he was at least going to come in this person’s face as punishment for the humiliating predicament they had placed him in. Finally the moment came, and he noticed the sudden jerk of the person fleeing from the offending liquid that marked Roy’s final humiliation.
As if to add a final insult, Roy felt the gun removed from his side, and without a word, his assailant walked away. Roy lay there feeling wet and exposed as he heard the door open and whoever had just been there walked through it. The last thing Roy heard were three gunshots being fired into the room.
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Roy didn’t know how to act around his staff the next day. The night before had left him somewhat bewildered. The shots fired had cut through his bonds allowing him to free himself, but by the time he had got himself into a state of dress that he felt appropriate walking out the door in, there was no one in sight.
Riza came into his office early as usual, followed by a less of a puddle, but still skittish Havoc. Roy gathered his courage and decided to meet this head on.
“Morning Lieutenant Havoc, Second Lieutenant Hawkeye.”
“Morning sir.” The pair replied stoically and moved to their usual positions in the room. Roy took some gum from his desk and offered it to his charges, Havoc took some eagerly, muttering something about women complaining about his smokers breath. Riza declined. “I dislike mint sir.”
Roy paused for a second; he could have sworn he smelt mint last night. “Hawkeye, did you come back to my office last night?”
”Yes sir, but you had fallen asleep at your desk so I made my way home. I had to feed Black Hayate Gou and it was already late.”
Roy’s stomach plummeted, as the realization that someone, anyone could have been in his room last night. What if they had gotten photos?
Meanwhile, Jean Havoc was sitting at the desk, smirking, chewing gum, and thanking god for all the practice he had had shooting with Hawkeye for the past few months.
Enjoy ^_^;
Title: Of Puddles, Desks and Guns
Pairing: Roy/Someone
Rating: NC-17 Yes, we attempted teh pron
Contains pics
The atmosphere was rather oppressive as Jean Havoc walked into the room and slouched down on his seat near the colonel’s desk. Riza Hawkeye raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Havoc slowly begun to unravel, leaving nothing but a putrid mess of broken man on the table. Colonel Roy Mustang fought the desire to chuck the man out of the room that instant, but felt the bullet hole he would receive from Riza for leaving the piles of work on his desk would hardly be worth it. Besides, Fullmetal was due any second, which will be distraction enough for the man to get over his latest rejection. It wasn’t like the woman was a good lay or anything; he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
As if on cue, Edward Elric walked through the door, pulling a rather stubborn Alphonse in after him.
“Brother, I can’t be seen like this!” Al sounded close to tears as he clung to the doorframe.
“What’s wrong with it!? You look much cooler!”
All inside the room turned to see what exactly the problem was, only to gasp at the sight of poor Alphonse. His armor had many more, much larger and more grotesque spikes on it that usual, with detail of large fanged dragons and chimeras all over him. It was hard not to stare.
“Alphonse, what happened?” Riza asked, stunned.
“I fell off a bridge down onto some paving stones. My armor got a little dented, so Brother transmuted the armor to straighten it out….”
“You’ve never had very good taste, have you Fullmetal?” Mustang accused with a wry smile.
“Who’re you saying has a head too small to contain an ounce of artistic talent!?”
“Brother, nobody said that!” Alphonse took out some chalk from his pouch and, looking at himself in Mustang’s newly polished windows, figured out the spots that needed fixing. Mustang watched him with interest as he created little transmutation circles on his armor.
“You know Alphonse; you need to be more assertive when it comes to Fullmetal. He tends to be the dominant type. It would do his character good to be squashed sometimes.”
“What about you, you pompous colonel!” Ed retorted. “It’s not like YOU don’t dominate people at all.”
“For me it’s different. I have high goals and carry my domination well. It doesn’t suit half sized bean sprouts who don’t know their place when speaking to their superior.” Roy gave Ed his most self asserting smirk before settling back into his paperwork. He found he had to look up shortly though, to stop Ed’s newly transmuted automail sword reaching his neck.
“Edward, would you please settle down? And colonel, stop bating your subordinates, it’s very unprofessional.” Hawkeye sent a stern look around the room, letting everyone know who the boss really was. Ed found this the perfect opportunity to point out to Roy that there was one person he could not dominate, and it was a woman.
“I have no need to push my authority over Second Lieutenant Hawkeye; she is an excellent member of my staff and knows that my leadership skills will dominate anyone who steps out of line, including her should there be any need.” He cast a wary eye over to where Riza was standing. She was suddenly looking rather dangerous, so he felt it wise to steer the conversation away from her. He noticed the Havoc puddle still hadn’t been wiped off the desk and decided that this was the best time to partake some advice. “Now if you look at Havoc, there is a man who really needs to learn how to dominate. He is a sad excuse of a man who cannot hold a woman for any length of time, no matter how bad they are in bed. A true man takes a woman’s heart by being assertive, not lying on the desk in a pile of their own mucus.”
The puddle that was once Jean Havoc seemed to melt into oblivion, dribbled its way out the open door, and was gone…
Nobody needed to tell Roy that the oppressive atmosphere lingered, or that he needed to get back into his paperwork. They all felt it best to leave him to it, and even Hawkeye preferred to leave the room than make sure he kept himself on task.
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Roy wasn’t sure how or when he fell asleep at his desk, but he was sure he wasn’t on top of it when he did. He was also fairly sure he hadn’t put a blindfold over his eyes or tied himself down to the desk. The piles of paperwork that should still have covered his desk were absent as well.
He listened carefully into the darkness, trying to find out whether or not he was alone. Sure enough, shallow breathing could be heard not far from where he lay. He tried to talk to the person, glad to not be gagged as well.
“Excuse me but, what the ….mmph...”
The object he found rather suddenly in his mouth was far from pleasant. It was hard and had a metallic taste, like the butt of a gun….. Shit!
The offender took the gun-like object from his mouth and shushed him with a finger. Then, moving ever so slowly moved their hands down Roy’s horizontal form, stopping at the lower buttons of his jacket. After an age of the person trying to undo the bottom button, it finally popped open and warm hands moved up inside his shirt, rubbing across his skin erratically.
This person has no idea what they are doing, Roy mused to himself. He wasn’t too impressed with the situation though. He couldn’t be sure that this person was the only one in the room and if they intended to use the situation to harm his reputation. It was hardly a situation a future fuhrer should find himself in.
The intruder found a nipple and Mustang gave a squirm, fighting his body’s usual reaction to one of his favorite play areas. As the person continued on their attack of his nipples he struggled against his bindings, causing them to cut into him. He considered yelling out, but the prospect of someone coming in and finding him like this was less appetizing than the random S+M rape, especially as his nether regions were starting to respond to the person rubbing his now taut nipples. He also didn’t like taking chances as the person had made it quite clear that they had a gun…
…Gun?
Roy told himself to be rational, that there were hundreds of people in this facility with guns. He may have upset Hawkeye with his ‘I am the man’ attitude but he was sure she wouldn’t resort to these kinds of measures, would she? He tried to think of anyone else that would dare tie up the flame alchemist. Sure maybe Fullmetal would, but he felt the sexual play was a bit beyond him. Fullmetal didn’t seem the type to shove a gun into his mouth either. A sword at his throat was more his style.
“… Riza?” Roy asked the intruder tentatively, all the while trying to stop himself from responding to their touches. His work pants were baggy but he wasn’t confident they would do a good job of hiding the growing bulge should this keep up any longer.
The intruder hesitated for a couple of seconds, before Roy found the cold metallic object pushed against his head. Obviously this person, whoever they were, weren’t in the mood to chat. The person started twisting the gun against Roy’s head, moving it down his face and putting it at different angles against his skin, until he was left with no doubt the object was definitely a gun. The gun was moved down his cheek, twisted around his chin and followed the lines on his neck down to his chest. He heard the person cock the gun then, just as its cold shaft reached his chest, just above his heart.
A weaker man would have wet himself at that moment.
Roy was happy for the shock in one way, the erection he was having trouble repressing had subsided, but with the thoughts of someone a finger-pull away from putting a bullet through his chest were far from comforting. What was worse it was obvious the person only had one hand on the gun, as the other had started to rub across his skin again. Even more worrying… the gun was moving across his skin. He felt the cold metal roll over his nipple, making it harden again while the person’s other hand attacked his other nipple. He didn’t know whether or not this truly was Riza, but if it were he made a mental note that one, she liked nipples and two, he’d have to gently let her know that being tied up was never a fancy of his and never would be!
His captor must have realized the gun wasn’t being much of a turn-on, as they stopped their assault on his chest long enough to place the gun down on the desk, but close enough for Roy to realize there was a cocked gun sitting their waiting should he do anything wrong.
Roy was beside himself. He was fairly sure by this point it was Riza on the assault, who else would take on the Flame Alchemist? His problem was, even if she had no ulterior motive other than proving a point, he had no chance to escape. He had tested the ropes enough to know they weren’t coming loose anytime soon, and the treatment he was getting was starting t feel really, really good… ‘Ah!’
Tongue.
Warm and subtle, it traced along his collar bone, and then trailed up his neck to stop at an earlobe. He could felt the person’s breath on his face and smelt mint. As fingers continued to work away at his nipples his ear was teased with nibbles and bites, causing Roy to wonder about the lips that were now attaching themselves to him. They felt soft, belonging to a full mouth. Had he looked close enough at Riza to put this new image to her face? Considering how many times he had fantasized about the woman he decided he must have at some point, but was glad they were a fine set of lips in any case. Fine enough to wish for their feel all over his body, especially the part that was now protruding, he felt, rather shamelessly just below his waist.
The intruder must have read his thoughts, or at least noticed the bulge, as their hands moved from their nipple-taunting position down to undo the clasp at the top of his pants and undid the zip. Leaving little doggy-licks all down Roy’s torso, the person deftly withdrew the part of Roy’s anatomy that was calling for attention the most and began stroking it, passing it from hand to hand like it was dangerous for it to stay in one hand for too long. Roy decided if everything before didn’t count as being played with, this certainly did. He couldn’t complain though. Sure, partially because it felt good, but mostly because there was still a ready-to-go weapon lying coldly against his skin.
Roy felt tentative lips and tongue and decided to completely give in to the situation. It was certainly the easiest and if the person had done this to cause substantial harm they would have done it already. Not that Roy was thinking this at the time, for some reason all he wanted was those lips to travel a little further and open a little wider….
The licks started getting wilder and sloppier, with the person getting more adventurous. The person made moves to take Roy fully into their mouth and Roy held his breath in anticipation, only to have to let it go as a hand found his nipple again and rubbed it roughly, all the while the licking persisting down below. As the treatment continued Roy’s hips started bucking in anticipation to the touches, feeling himself fight against his bonds involuntarily. His only coherent thought being that he was at least going to come in this person’s face as punishment for the humiliating predicament they had placed him in. Finally the moment came, and he noticed the sudden jerk of the person fleeing from the offending liquid that marked Roy’s final humiliation.
As if to add a final insult, Roy felt the gun removed from his side, and without a word, his assailant walked away. Roy lay there feeling wet and exposed as he heard the door open and whoever had just been there walked through it. The last thing Roy heard were three gunshots being fired into the room.
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Roy didn’t know how to act around his staff the next day. The night before had left him somewhat bewildered. The shots fired had cut through his bonds allowing him to free himself, but by the time he had got himself into a state of dress that he felt appropriate walking out the door in, there was no one in sight.
Riza came into his office early as usual, followed by a less of a puddle, but still skittish Havoc. Roy gathered his courage and decided to meet this head on.
“Morning Lieutenant Havoc, Second Lieutenant Hawkeye.”
“Morning sir.” The pair replied stoically and moved to their usual positions in the room. Roy took some gum from his desk and offered it to his charges, Havoc took some eagerly, muttering something about women complaining about his smokers breath. Riza declined. “I dislike mint sir.”
Roy paused for a second; he could have sworn he smelt mint last night. “Hawkeye, did you come back to my office last night?”
”Yes sir, but you had fallen asleep at your desk so I made my way home. I had to feed Black Hayate Gou and it was already late.”
Roy’s stomach plummeted, as the realization that someone, anyone could have been in his room last night. What if they had gotten photos?
Meanwhile, Jean Havoc was sitting at the desk, smirking, chewing gum, and thanking god for all the practice he had had shooting with Hawkeye for the past few months.
Enjoy ^_^;