Fic - Learning to Burn- A Boys Blue Story
Learning to Burn
A Boy’s Blue Series # 21
Cornerofmadness (and mjules)
Disclaimer - So not mine, all right belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit made, just a lot of fun to be had
Rating - NC-17, not work safe (this might be rating it a tad high but better safe than sorry)
Pairing - Roy/Maes (and Roy/Riza in this one)
Time Line -pre-series, manga based
Summary - Even though he and Maes are far apart physically, they’ve left their mark on each other, even when they’re with someone else.
Prompt - News, Letter
Author’s Note - written for the 30kisses project for prompt #2 - News; letter. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. If you’d like to read the rest of the series, here you go All the Boys Blues
Roy pulled the blanket tight around his body, his face burning and stinging. Riza assured him that he didn’t look too bad without eyebrows. He felt a little better knowing Teacher had burned off his own eyebrows a time or two.
Roy was just thrilled that he hadn’t burnt down Hawkeye’s house by accident, marveling at how the flames danced and moved to his will. When he had gotten the letter from Hawkeye to come back home, Roy didn’t know what he was expecting. Surely not his mentor’s death nor the surprising revelation of the man’s living journal. Roy was still reeling from that.
Oh, how he wanted to see Maes’ face when he showed him this new talent, or better yet, show it to someone who really understood: Kimbley. Maes would just be nervous about what Roy could do now. Kimbley, on the other hand, would understand the rush this sort of power could give. Maybe Maes was right, this kind of power was dangerous and addictive. The thrill Roy had gotten from it came too close to sexual. If he wasn’t mistaken, Kimbley had been much the same and the thought of that gave Roy the cold shivers.
A soft knock on his door surprised Roy. Crawling out of bed, he paused to check his hair in the dresser mirror before opening the door. There was only one person it could be, after all and he didn’t want to look raggedy. He straightened his blue pajamas out.
Riza looked at him with huge brown eyes, huddling in her thick robe. “I’m sorry if I woke you up but I can’t sleep. I was hoping maybe you’d like some tea and conversation.”
Roy smiled. Who was he to turn down a beautiful young lady? Besides, he felt sorry for Riza, alone in this huge mausoleum of a house. “That would be nice. I couldn’t sleep either. My face is still stinging.”
“Would you like another analgesic?” she fretted, giving his reddened skin a critical look.
“No, just let me get a robe.” Roy dug it out of the wardrobe along with some slippers. Hawkeye’s old, crumbling house had more drafts than anything else. He wanted to help Riza in the kitchen but she insisted on treating him like a guest. Instead, he retired to the living room and started a fire. It would have been less drafty in the study but Roy wasn’t really ready to go back in there after Hawkeye had died in front of him. He could only imagine that Riza wouldn’t be comfortable there at all.
While he waited for Riza to get done, Roy sat on the couch with Serenity, Riza’s ill-named cat. That was the one of the things he always liked best about Riza, the very good and generous heart she had which shown brilliantly with her pets. The Hawkeyes had a dog, Ashes, the last time Roy had been in the homestead but the old thing had passed away. Serenity had a personality opposite of her namesake, a hyper creature with an uncanny ability to get into the alchemy lab and wend around the glassware without breaking it while he and Hawkeye nearly died of heart attacks. Serenity curled up lazily on his lap, apparently all out of mischief. Roy laced his fingers through her fur.
Riza came in with tea, sitting next to him on the couch. Roy pondered the expression on her face. He could see it in her eyes, she felt something for him. He was more than happy that he hadn’t done anything stupid when she had shown him her naked flesh. He could have really hurt her. Roy knew, without being told, that when he extolled the tale of his newfound alchemy to Maes and anyone else who would listen, that he had to keep Riza’s secret. “I’m sorry that I woke you up,” she said.
“I wasn’t really asleep,” he repeated, sipping his tea. He reached out with his free hand and touched her arm. “I don’t mind. I’m supposed to help you out, after all.”
Her lips thinned and he knew that had been the wrong thing to say. “I know my father told you to watch out for me. I’m able to take care of myself.”
He smiled, seeing that fire in her eyes and liking it. Maes, Riza, oh how he liked intelligent strong people. “I don’t doubt that Riza. I know you’re smart and capable.” For reasons he barely understood, Roy pushed her hair back off her face, a flirty gesture at best. “Beautiful. There were reasons your father threatened great bodily harm if I touched you.” That was a bold truth.
She grinned. “And it was only partially to keep you from finding the array.”
“For me, that didn’t even enter the equation but mostly because I didn’t know. Not that I would have been so smarmy as to try to seduce you to get it,” Roy said, thinking, no, he would have just asked outright. “All I saw was your intelligence and beauty and Hawkeye knew he’d better make sure I wasn’t left to my own devices.” Roy smiled, seeing her blush. “What are you going to do now, Riza? How can I help you?”
Riza set her tea down and took his hand. “I don’t want to talk about that tonight, Roy. The future is what’s keeping me awake. I want.” The expression on her face was such a mix of desperation and lust, Roy was startled. “Something more… You have to understand you weren’t the only reason Father wanted us separated. I played a role.” She smoothed a hand over Roy’s cheek, his fire-abused flesh tingling at her touch. “I have never thought of you as a brother like Father wanted.” Riza leaned in and kiss him hard.
Roy opened his mouth obligingly then realized she was expecting him to take some control. He had spent a little too much time submitting to Maes’ kisses. Putting that thought aside, Roy devoured Riza, loving the way she yielded against him but couldn’t help compare the sensations her mouth evoked to the way Maes kissed. Mouth size, pressure, attitude, it was all so different. Lips might feel anonymous in a light kiss but in one as ravenous as this, the differences were like sun to moon.
Roy missed the authoritative way Maes kissed but he loved the gentle yet demanding way Riza did it, so much so there was a bit of showy evidence tenting up his pajama bottoms. Roy hoped the robe hid it, a hope dashed the moment Riza reached in, stroking him. In spite of himself, Roy rubbed against her hand. He knew he shouldn’t take advantage of an emotionally vulnerable girl. When he and Maes decided they could see others, this wasn’t what they meant. “Riza, I…”
She clamped a hand over his mouth. “Hush Roy. I know what I’m doing. Something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Riza studied his face. “Unless you don’t want to.”
What could he do with her one hand wrapping the soft cloth of his pajamas around his hard cock, stroking? Lie and say no? “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
Roy didn’t argue.
X X X
Roy spooned around Riza, both of them buried in thick blankets in her bed room. Light from the fireplace danced over them. From the soft sounds of her breathing, Riza had to be asleep. Roy kissed part of the array inked into her beautiful skin. A thought trickled through his mind. It had been a while since he’d been the one in charge, topping. Mostly for the last two years, Roy had been content to let Maes top him.
There had been those few times when he and Maes switched roles and that still felt different than this. Riza’s body had been soft and giving under him, unlike Maes’ leanly muscled bulk. Riza had been a virgin, tight around his shaft as he pushed into her, her sharp cries echoing in his ears. The experience was similar yet somehow different from the first time he had penetrated Maes. Grunts of pain, pleasure and surprise at how much stretch was really needed had been muffled behind a big hand. Roy had found it harder to dominate Maes than he had Riza, wondering at what those differences said about him. He liked the way Maes took care of him, made him feel safe but on the other hand he liked giving those things to Riza.
Snuggling with Riza felt different, too. She smelled sweeter and fit against him better, softer under his arms. She needed him for strength the way he needed Maes. Hiking up on one arm, the blanket slipping down letting the chill air of the room raise gooseflesh, Roy watched Riza sleep. Deep inside, he felt something for her, that same something he had felt before he had met Maes; that spark his sister, Bryony, had picked up on when she saw him and Riza together.
Roy realized that it was very possible he was in love with two people at once. He knew he loved Maes and surely what he felt for Riza was a deep passion. ‘What the hell am I going to do about this?’ Roy sighed heavily the laid back down. It was all a moot point anyhow. Maes was assigned elsewhere and soon he’d leave Riza to take his State exam. Who knew where he’d end up as a freshly commissioned major, since he had no doubts that he’d pass. Roy tried not to think about it all. It would depress him too much to sleep.
As it was, he watched the fire dancing long into the night.
A Boy’s Blue Series # 21
Cornerofmadness (and mjules)
Disclaimer - So not mine, all right belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit made, just a lot of fun to be had
Rating - NC-17, not work safe (this might be rating it a tad high but better safe than sorry)
Pairing - Roy/Maes (and Roy/Riza in this one)
Time Line -pre-series, manga based
Summary - Even though he and Maes are far apart physically, they’ve left their mark on each other, even when they’re with someone else.
Prompt - News, Letter
Author’s Note - written for the 30kisses project for prompt #2 - News; letter. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. If you’d like to read the rest of the series, here you go All the Boys Blues
Roy pulled the blanket tight around his body, his face burning and stinging. Riza assured him that he didn’t look too bad without eyebrows. He felt a little better knowing Teacher had burned off his own eyebrows a time or two.
Roy was just thrilled that he hadn’t burnt down Hawkeye’s house by accident, marveling at how the flames danced and moved to his will. When he had gotten the letter from Hawkeye to come back home, Roy didn’t know what he was expecting. Surely not his mentor’s death nor the surprising revelation of the man’s living journal. Roy was still reeling from that.
Oh, how he wanted to see Maes’ face when he showed him this new talent, or better yet, show it to someone who really understood: Kimbley. Maes would just be nervous about what Roy could do now. Kimbley, on the other hand, would understand the rush this sort of power could give. Maybe Maes was right, this kind of power was dangerous and addictive. The thrill Roy had gotten from it came too close to sexual. If he wasn’t mistaken, Kimbley had been much the same and the thought of that gave Roy the cold shivers.
A soft knock on his door surprised Roy. Crawling out of bed, he paused to check his hair in the dresser mirror before opening the door. There was only one person it could be, after all and he didn’t want to look raggedy. He straightened his blue pajamas out.
Riza looked at him with huge brown eyes, huddling in her thick robe. “I’m sorry if I woke you up but I can’t sleep. I was hoping maybe you’d like some tea and conversation.”
Roy smiled. Who was he to turn down a beautiful young lady? Besides, he felt sorry for Riza, alone in this huge mausoleum of a house. “That would be nice. I couldn’t sleep either. My face is still stinging.”
“Would you like another analgesic?” she fretted, giving his reddened skin a critical look.
“No, just let me get a robe.” Roy dug it out of the wardrobe along with some slippers. Hawkeye’s old, crumbling house had more drafts than anything else. He wanted to help Riza in the kitchen but she insisted on treating him like a guest. Instead, he retired to the living room and started a fire. It would have been less drafty in the study but Roy wasn’t really ready to go back in there after Hawkeye had died in front of him. He could only imagine that Riza wouldn’t be comfortable there at all.
While he waited for Riza to get done, Roy sat on the couch with Serenity, Riza’s ill-named cat. That was the one of the things he always liked best about Riza, the very good and generous heart she had which shown brilliantly with her pets. The Hawkeyes had a dog, Ashes, the last time Roy had been in the homestead but the old thing had passed away. Serenity had a personality opposite of her namesake, a hyper creature with an uncanny ability to get into the alchemy lab and wend around the glassware without breaking it while he and Hawkeye nearly died of heart attacks. Serenity curled up lazily on his lap, apparently all out of mischief. Roy laced his fingers through her fur.
Riza came in with tea, sitting next to him on the couch. Roy pondered the expression on her face. He could see it in her eyes, she felt something for him. He was more than happy that he hadn’t done anything stupid when she had shown him her naked flesh. He could have really hurt her. Roy knew, without being told, that when he extolled the tale of his newfound alchemy to Maes and anyone else who would listen, that he had to keep Riza’s secret. “I’m sorry that I woke you up,” she said.
“I wasn’t really asleep,” he repeated, sipping his tea. He reached out with his free hand and touched her arm. “I don’t mind. I’m supposed to help you out, after all.”
Her lips thinned and he knew that had been the wrong thing to say. “I know my father told you to watch out for me. I’m able to take care of myself.”
He smiled, seeing that fire in her eyes and liking it. Maes, Riza, oh how he liked intelligent strong people. “I don’t doubt that Riza. I know you’re smart and capable.” For reasons he barely understood, Roy pushed her hair back off her face, a flirty gesture at best. “Beautiful. There were reasons your father threatened great bodily harm if I touched you.” That was a bold truth.
She grinned. “And it was only partially to keep you from finding the array.”
“For me, that didn’t even enter the equation but mostly because I didn’t know. Not that I would have been so smarmy as to try to seduce you to get it,” Roy said, thinking, no, he would have just asked outright. “All I saw was your intelligence and beauty and Hawkeye knew he’d better make sure I wasn’t left to my own devices.” Roy smiled, seeing her blush. “What are you going to do now, Riza? How can I help you?”
Riza set her tea down and took his hand. “I don’t want to talk about that tonight, Roy. The future is what’s keeping me awake. I want.” The expression on her face was such a mix of desperation and lust, Roy was startled. “Something more… You have to understand you weren’t the only reason Father wanted us separated. I played a role.” She smoothed a hand over Roy’s cheek, his fire-abused flesh tingling at her touch. “I have never thought of you as a brother like Father wanted.” Riza leaned in and kiss him hard.
Roy opened his mouth obligingly then realized she was expecting him to take some control. He had spent a little too much time submitting to Maes’ kisses. Putting that thought aside, Roy devoured Riza, loving the way she yielded against him but couldn’t help compare the sensations her mouth evoked to the way Maes kissed. Mouth size, pressure, attitude, it was all so different. Lips might feel anonymous in a light kiss but in one as ravenous as this, the differences were like sun to moon.
Roy missed the authoritative way Maes kissed but he loved the gentle yet demanding way Riza did it, so much so there was a bit of showy evidence tenting up his pajama bottoms. Roy hoped the robe hid it, a hope dashed the moment Riza reached in, stroking him. In spite of himself, Roy rubbed against her hand. He knew he shouldn’t take advantage of an emotionally vulnerable girl. When he and Maes decided they could see others, this wasn’t what they meant. “Riza, I…”
She clamped a hand over his mouth. “Hush Roy. I know what I’m doing. Something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Riza studied his face. “Unless you don’t want to.”
What could he do with her one hand wrapping the soft cloth of his pajamas around his hard cock, stroking? Lie and say no? “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
Roy didn’t argue.
X X X
Roy spooned around Riza, both of them buried in thick blankets in her bed room. Light from the fireplace danced over them. From the soft sounds of her breathing, Riza had to be asleep. Roy kissed part of the array inked into her beautiful skin. A thought trickled through his mind. It had been a while since he’d been the one in charge, topping. Mostly for the last two years, Roy had been content to let Maes top him.
There had been those few times when he and Maes switched roles and that still felt different than this. Riza’s body had been soft and giving under him, unlike Maes’ leanly muscled bulk. Riza had been a virgin, tight around his shaft as he pushed into her, her sharp cries echoing in his ears. The experience was similar yet somehow different from the first time he had penetrated Maes. Grunts of pain, pleasure and surprise at how much stretch was really needed had been muffled behind a big hand. Roy had found it harder to dominate Maes than he had Riza, wondering at what those differences said about him. He liked the way Maes took care of him, made him feel safe but on the other hand he liked giving those things to Riza.
Snuggling with Riza felt different, too. She smelled sweeter and fit against him better, softer under his arms. She needed him for strength the way he needed Maes. Hiking up on one arm, the blanket slipping down letting the chill air of the room raise gooseflesh, Roy watched Riza sleep. Deep inside, he felt something for her, that same something he had felt before he had met Maes; that spark his sister, Bryony, had picked up on when she saw him and Riza together.
Roy realized that it was very possible he was in love with two people at once. He knew he loved Maes and surely what he felt for Riza was a deep passion. ‘What the hell am I going to do about this?’ Roy sighed heavily the laid back down. It was all a moot point anyhow. Maes was assigned elsewhere and soon he’d leave Riza to take his State exam. Who knew where he’d end up as a freshly commissioned major, since he had no doubts that he’d pass. Roy tried not to think about it all. It would depress him too much to sleep.
As it was, he watched the fire dancing long into the night.