Blood (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #20- Blood (Replaces #9- Mockery)
Title: Blood
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #20- Blood (Replaces #9- Mockery)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1394
Disclaimer: Yaoi goodness, and some mentions of blood, not true bloodplay.
Summary: Even afer being with a person for a long time, you still learn something new about them every day.
“Jean, if you keep that up, these dishes are never going to get done. The sooner I get these finished, the sooner I can pay attention to you.”
The blond pouted, but he did acquiesce, unwrapping his hands from around Roy’s waist. “Aw, okay,” he said grumpily. Roy turned back to the dishes that continued to soak in the sink, and Jean went back to the dinner table, making sure to scrape the legs of the table against the floor in an audible protest.
The alchemist finished the dished as fast as he could. He knew what kind of mood his lover was in, and he was just as anxious to get out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Unfortunately, he was too busy thinking about all the things that were going to happen later on, and he wasn’t paying enough attention to what he was doing. While he was moving a plate from the sink to the drying towel, the still dripping wet plate slipped out of his hand and fell, shattering to the floor.
“Ah, crap,” Roy exclaimed. He dried his hands and bent down to pick up the shards, then looked over to Jean. “I’m sorry. I know that was from he set your mom sent you. I’ll try to re-make it if we can get enough of the shards together.”
“It’s no big deal,” Jean replied. He smiled and backed away from the table, kneeling down beside his lover. “I already broke a couple when I was a kid. It isn’t a full set. Besides, I was never a fan of that flowery pattern. Too girly for my tastes. I- OW!”
His conversation was cut short. He dropped the pieces that he had already picked up and brought his finger to his mouth. “Damnit,” he muttered.
“You hurt yourself. Here, let me see.” Roy put down his parts of the plate as well and moved closer to the blond, pulling his finger out of his mouth. It wasn’t a big cut, but it was pretty deep, and it bled freely as soon as it was exposed to the air again. A line of red ran through the whorls of his finger, and down to his palm.
Gently, Roy took the finger and brought it to his own mouth, suckling at it lightly. The bitter, coppery taste blood coated his tongue and slowly dripped back towards the back of his throat.
The blond looked at his lover with a mix of confusion, pain and pleasure. The cut still hurt quite a bit, but he has always been quite partial to oral stimulation, and what Roy was doing was definitely starting to feel quite nice.
“Mmm,” Jean groaned softly. Roy smiled and moved his mouth over to the next finger, where he alternated between sucking and light nibbling with the flats of his teeth. When he ran out of fingers, the alchemist leaned in and gave his lover a long, lingering kiss. Jean could still taste the slight metallic twinge of his own blood on Roy’s lips and tongue.
“Feel better?” Roy asked, after they finally broke the kiss to swallow air.
“Hmm,” Jean replied. “I think I may have bruised my knee yesterday when I was trying to move those boxes. Maybe you better take a look at it and make sure it’s okay.” A sly smile crossed his face.
“Well, we have a problem,” Roy responded. “I can’t see your skin through those pants of yours. I guess they’re gonna have to go.”
Jean didn’t need to hear any more. He stood up and unbuttoned the black slacks that he had been wearing, letting gravity pool them around his feet. Roy kneeled in front of him, looking up with a smile. “They both look fine to me. Which one did you hurt?”
He pointed to his left knee, and the alchemist leaned in and gave it a soft kiss, right in the middle of the kneecap. “Is that better?” He asked.
The blond pointed to a small bruise on his left outer thigh. “It hurts here,” he said, trying to look pathetic. Roy leaned up and kissed right above the bruise, letting his warm lips linger on his lover’s skin for a moment longer than needed before he pulled away. “Anywhere else?”
Jean pointed up further, on the very edge of his thigh, where it met the soft blond curls of his nether regions. The alchemist raised an eyebrow and smiled up at his lover. “Somehow, I don’t think that you’re hurt there.”
He tried to look hurt that Roy would doubt him. “So, you don’t trust me, is that what you are saying?” He asked in mock resignation. “Would I lead you astray?”
Roy shook his head and grinned, but he kissed the area that Jean had been pointing to. His lips sealed around the tightly stretched skin and he suckled lightly at first, then increasing until he was sure that he had left his mark on his lover’s thigh.
Silently, he moved his kisses inward, running his tongue through the mop of blond hair, then over to his cock, which was already standing at attention. “Looks like there is something else that I need to attend to.” He said, kneeling in front of his lover once again. Roy put a hand on his thigh to steady himself, and then he opened his mouth and took a long lick down the underside of his length.
“Oh…” Jean groaned. His knees felt weak, and he put his hand on the top of Roy’s head to help keep his balance. Roy smiled at the effect one simple touch had on his lover. He continued on, opening his mouth further and taking the tip of his cock into his mouth, letting his tongue lazily roam over the very sensitive head.
“R-R-Roy…” The blond dug his fingernails into his scalp. His eyes rolled back and his entire body started to shake. One of Roy’s hands gently rubbed up and down the inside of Jean’s thighs, the other stayed still, steadying himself in front of his lover.
The alchemist closed his eyes and started into a rhythm, bobbing his head forward and back over Jean’s dick, alternating between a soft sucking and a gentle licking. He felt the blonde’s grip tighten on his head, and he tried not to think about the pain that his freshly clipped fingernails gave him.
“Close…” Jean moaned. He moved his other hand to the table, where he tried to keep his wobbly legs from falling out underneath him. A fine sheen of sweat coated his brow, and his breath came in short, labored gasps.
This urged Roy on even more. He sped up, the licking and sucking coming hard and fast. His hand wandered to Jean’s balls, where he rubbed them in soft circles, encouraging the man to give up what he wanted most. Jean whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought.
“Rrrf!” Jean arched his back on bit his lip when the orgasm hit him full force. Roy braced for the hard thrust, and tried to swallow as much of his lover’s essence as he could, although a little trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
He rode the wave of pleasure as best he could, trying to move with Jean’s bucking and writhing, until it passed. Roy took one last lick of the salty goodness that had pooled on the tip of his head, and licked his lips, leaning back on his heals with a satisfied smirk.
“Now, do you feel better?” He asked.
It took a moment to Jean to catch his breath enough to respond. “I… think… so…” He finally gasped. “What… about you?”
Roy looked down at the quite obvious tenting in his pants. He had been so absorbed in what he was doing that he hadn’t even though about himself. “We’ll worry about that in a few minutes. You just get your breath back, so we can continue this in a more appropriate location.” He nodded his head towards the bedroom.
Jean grinned back, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. “You go ahead. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Alright,” Roy replied. “Don’t keep me waiting long, or else I might start without you.”
“Not a chance.” Jean shot back as the alchemist was walking away. “You are mine.”
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #20- Blood (Replaces #9- Mockery)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1394
Disclaimer: Yaoi goodness, and some mentions of blood, not true bloodplay.
Summary: Even afer being with a person for a long time, you still learn something new about them every day.
“Jean, if you keep that up, these dishes are never going to get done. The sooner I get these finished, the sooner I can pay attention to you.”
The blond pouted, but he did acquiesce, unwrapping his hands from around Roy’s waist. “Aw, okay,” he said grumpily. Roy turned back to the dishes that continued to soak in the sink, and Jean went back to the dinner table, making sure to scrape the legs of the table against the floor in an audible protest.
The alchemist finished the dished as fast as he could. He knew what kind of mood his lover was in, and he was just as anxious to get out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Unfortunately, he was too busy thinking about all the things that were going to happen later on, and he wasn’t paying enough attention to what he was doing. While he was moving a plate from the sink to the drying towel, the still dripping wet plate slipped out of his hand and fell, shattering to the floor.
“Ah, crap,” Roy exclaimed. He dried his hands and bent down to pick up the shards, then looked over to Jean. “I’m sorry. I know that was from he set your mom sent you. I’ll try to re-make it if we can get enough of the shards together.”
“It’s no big deal,” Jean replied. He smiled and backed away from the table, kneeling down beside his lover. “I already broke a couple when I was a kid. It isn’t a full set. Besides, I was never a fan of that flowery pattern. Too girly for my tastes. I- OW!”
His conversation was cut short. He dropped the pieces that he had already picked up and brought his finger to his mouth. “Damnit,” he muttered.
“You hurt yourself. Here, let me see.” Roy put down his parts of the plate as well and moved closer to the blond, pulling his finger out of his mouth. It wasn’t a big cut, but it was pretty deep, and it bled freely as soon as it was exposed to the air again. A line of red ran through the whorls of his finger, and down to his palm.
Gently, Roy took the finger and brought it to his own mouth, suckling at it lightly. The bitter, coppery taste blood coated his tongue and slowly dripped back towards the back of his throat.
The blond looked at his lover with a mix of confusion, pain and pleasure. The cut still hurt quite a bit, but he has always been quite partial to oral stimulation, and what Roy was doing was definitely starting to feel quite nice.
“Mmm,” Jean groaned softly. Roy smiled and moved his mouth over to the next finger, where he alternated between sucking and light nibbling with the flats of his teeth. When he ran out of fingers, the alchemist leaned in and gave his lover a long, lingering kiss. Jean could still taste the slight metallic twinge of his own blood on Roy’s lips and tongue.
“Feel better?” Roy asked, after they finally broke the kiss to swallow air.
“Hmm,” Jean replied. “I think I may have bruised my knee yesterday when I was trying to move those boxes. Maybe you better take a look at it and make sure it’s okay.” A sly smile crossed his face.
“Well, we have a problem,” Roy responded. “I can’t see your skin through those pants of yours. I guess they’re gonna have to go.”
Jean didn’t need to hear any more. He stood up and unbuttoned the black slacks that he had been wearing, letting gravity pool them around his feet. Roy kneeled in front of him, looking up with a smile. “They both look fine to me. Which one did you hurt?”
He pointed to his left knee, and the alchemist leaned in and gave it a soft kiss, right in the middle of the kneecap. “Is that better?” He asked.
The blond pointed to a small bruise on his left outer thigh. “It hurts here,” he said, trying to look pathetic. Roy leaned up and kissed right above the bruise, letting his warm lips linger on his lover’s skin for a moment longer than needed before he pulled away. “Anywhere else?”
Jean pointed up further, on the very edge of his thigh, where it met the soft blond curls of his nether regions. The alchemist raised an eyebrow and smiled up at his lover. “Somehow, I don’t think that you’re hurt there.”
He tried to look hurt that Roy would doubt him. “So, you don’t trust me, is that what you are saying?” He asked in mock resignation. “Would I lead you astray?”
Roy shook his head and grinned, but he kissed the area that Jean had been pointing to. His lips sealed around the tightly stretched skin and he suckled lightly at first, then increasing until he was sure that he had left his mark on his lover’s thigh.
Silently, he moved his kisses inward, running his tongue through the mop of blond hair, then over to his cock, which was already standing at attention. “Looks like there is something else that I need to attend to.” He said, kneeling in front of his lover once again. Roy put a hand on his thigh to steady himself, and then he opened his mouth and took a long lick down the underside of his length.
“Oh…” Jean groaned. His knees felt weak, and he put his hand on the top of Roy’s head to help keep his balance. Roy smiled at the effect one simple touch had on his lover. He continued on, opening his mouth further and taking the tip of his cock into his mouth, letting his tongue lazily roam over the very sensitive head.
“R-R-Roy…” The blond dug his fingernails into his scalp. His eyes rolled back and his entire body started to shake. One of Roy’s hands gently rubbed up and down the inside of Jean’s thighs, the other stayed still, steadying himself in front of his lover.
The alchemist closed his eyes and started into a rhythm, bobbing his head forward and back over Jean’s dick, alternating between a soft sucking and a gentle licking. He felt the blonde’s grip tighten on his head, and he tried not to think about the pain that his freshly clipped fingernails gave him.
“Close…” Jean moaned. He moved his other hand to the table, where he tried to keep his wobbly legs from falling out underneath him. A fine sheen of sweat coated his brow, and his breath came in short, labored gasps.
This urged Roy on even more. He sped up, the licking and sucking coming hard and fast. His hand wandered to Jean’s balls, where he rubbed them in soft circles, encouraging the man to give up what he wanted most. Jean whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought.
“Rrrf!” Jean arched his back on bit his lip when the orgasm hit him full force. Roy braced for the hard thrust, and tried to swallow as much of his lover’s essence as he could, although a little trickled out of the corners of his mouth.
He rode the wave of pleasure as best he could, trying to move with Jean’s bucking and writhing, until it passed. Roy took one last lick of the salty goodness that had pooled on the tip of his head, and licked his lips, leaning back on his heals with a satisfied smirk.
“Now, do you feel better?” He asked.
It took a moment to Jean to catch his breath enough to respond. “I… think… so…” He finally gasped. “What… about you?”
Roy looked down at the quite obvious tenting in his pants. He had been so absorbed in what he was doing that he hadn’t even though about himself. “We’ll worry about that in a few minutes. You just get your breath back, so we can continue this in a more appropriate location.” He nodded his head towards the bedroom.
Jean grinned back, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. “You go ahead. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Alright,” Roy replied. “Don’t keep me waiting long, or else I might start without you.”
“Not a chance.” Jean shot back as the alchemist was walking away. “You are mine.”