Late Night Office Work [Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang x Jean Havoc, R to NC-17]
Title: Late Night Office Work
Author/Artist: Seaweed_FMA
Rating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Dubcon, sexy fun times, drinking, yaoi.
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist -Roy/Havoc - Alpha male, power issues, pulling rank, rough sex, dubcon - “On the desk soldier.”
Word count: 1575
Summary: Roy knew that this was wrong, but then why the hell did it feel so right?
A/N: I am *REALLY* sorry that I am 3 days late. We had a MAJOR audit at work, I just finished totally restoring my comp- which means reinstalling EVERYTHING, and I have to clean and pack for a trip in less than a week. My three days off aren't days off at all.
He had a pretty weak excuse to get Jean to stay after at work, even after everyone else had already gone- he needed someone to help him do some filing. Hawkeye already had plans for the evening and couldn't stay. But Jean didn't have any plans that he could use as an excuse to get out of it, and he figured that it was a plus to get in good with the boss. He could always call in the favor later, he figured- so he stayed.
To Roy's credit, they did actually work for a while, but it didn't take too long for his slacker genes to kick in- eventually he pushed the work away and produced a flask from one of the drawers of his desk, along with a couple of shot glasses.
“Drink with me, Havoc. We got a good bit done.” It was a lie, they hadn't been working all that long, but Jean figured that if it was the Colonel who had insisted that they stopped working, then he wasn't going to get shot by Lieutenant Hawkeye in the morning. Besides, if the boss was going to offer free booze, who was he to refuse?
“Sure, sir. What's on the menu tonight?”
“Whiskey. You can handle it, right?”
Jean was really more of a beer kinda guy. He could drink whiskey, but it wasn't his favorite, but he wasn't going to look weak in front of his boss. “Of course, sir. I bet I can hold my liquor just as well, or better than you.” It was after hours, he was pretty sure that he could get away with this insubordination.
Roy was not going to back down. “We will see, Lieutenant.” He poured generous shots for both of them, then pushed one over to Jean and raised his own. “To holding your liquor. May be best man win.”
The gauntlet had been thrown.
Both men were too stubborn and pig headed to admit that they were getting quite drunk as the night wore on. One was not going to show that they were weaker than the other. But Roy had been raised in a bar.- he knew how to hold his liquor, and he had subtly been pouring himself less and less as the night wore on, as Jean became more and more inebriated, Roy was able to get away with pouring much more for the blonde.
“I thin' you can't hold yer liquor, shir....” Jean fumbled over his words, trying to get the much less inebriated man to admit defeat.
“I think that you can't even speak correctly, Lieutenant.” Roy eased his way closed to Jean. Of course there had been an ulterior motive to getting the blond lieutenant in his office late at night. Jean had been staring at him quite a bit lately, the kind of look that said that 'I want to undress you and fuck you until you can't walk'. But of course, the couple of times that Roy had tried to dance gingerly around the subject, Jean had either been very sly or more likely very oblivious. This was the chance he needed- his guard was down. It was time to see hot Jean really felt.
“I'm afraid that I'm going to have to cut you off now.” He leaned in, close enough to smell the whiskey on Jean's breath while he pulled the partially empty glass out of his hands- his fingers brushing against the large, rough, calloused hands of the blond shooter.
Roy barely kept his smile behind that mask of his when Jean visibly shivered at the touch. He seemed to be somewhat receptive. That was a good initial reaction. Time to test it further.
“But the night isn't over yet, I am sure that we can think of some other ways to pass the time before we have to go home.” The alchemist touched Jean's hand again- he had expected Jean to pull it away immediately, but when he didn't Roy went right for the throat, literally. He nipped Jean on the neck, right below where it would be seen under his uniform- they had both shed their uniform jackets over an hour ago.
“Damn...” Jean's voice had dropped to a husky tone, and Roy was way past playing games. It wasn't the time for cute words or foreplay. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.
Roy approached Jean, stalking him like a wild animal stalks his prey. Jean backed up until he drunkenly bumped into the front of Roy's desk and fell onto it partially.
“Hmm. A good idea. On the desk, soldier.” He didn't give the man a chance to get his feet back under him- in a flash Roy put his hands on either side of the blond and leaned over him, effectively trapping him where he was. “Now this is a view that I could get used to.”
Jean couldn't say anything before he crushed their lips together in a deep kiss. Roy used the distraction of kissing Jean to running his hand down the man's chest and to his waist, where he immediately undid the cavalry skirt and the two holsters that were attached to it. They noisily clinked to the floor, but Jean was too distracted by the fact that Roy hadn't moved his hand away yet. In fact, he was now busy undoing the button of his fly.
“S-sir....”
“Shut up, Lieutenant.” Roy made it a point to stress the man's rank. He finally got the pants undone and pulled them down, not surprised that Jean was already partially aroused. “As, I see that you are enjoying yourself. That's good.” It was more of a relief- Jean wasn't really sober enough to fight back, but this was encouraging enough to continue.
An ungloved hand moved under the waistband of Jean's boxers and started to stroke languidly at his length, admiring the way it twitched under his hand. He could feel Jean starting to really come to life now.
Roy used one hand to press to Jean's chest to keep him still, but it wasn't needed. He was hovering somewhere between frozen in shock and too drunk to really know what to do. When Roy lifted his hand off of Jean and he didn't move, he knew his next move was fairly safe. He knelt down in front of Jean and started to lick at the tip of his cock, while he used his hands to undo his skirt and pants and stroke himself.
After a few moments, Roy stood back up again. Jean's eyes were half closed- he wasn't sure if it was because he was about to fall asleep or because he was enjoying himself so much. He was easy to turn over.
“S-sir?” Now Jean did actually start to fight back a little, when he was bent over the desk with his superior officer spreading his legs out wide.
“Lieutenant Havoc, I don't believe that I could say that you could talk.”
“B-bit sir.. What are ya gonna d-” His voice fell off to a low groan when Roy took a couple of fingers that he had liberally lubricated with his spit and pushed them roughly inside of him.
“That's better.” Roy pressed his fingers in and out a few times, but he was too impatient to wait long. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the partially empty shot glass. He quickly sketched an array and turned the alcohol into a more slick substance.
“Sir, why did you stop?” Jean tried to look over his shoulder to see what the alchemist was doing- he didn't have to wait long. Roy took the new lube and stroke himself up, then lined himself up at that tight entrance.
“Sir? Wait no....” Roy pushed himself in, making Jean cry out in a weird mix of pain and pleasure. He reached down and started to stroke at Jean while he pushed in and out, slowly at first, then starting to speed up. Jean tried for a few moments to get away until Roy hit that spot, and he saw stars.
Roy felt the man tense, and then relax and go boneless under him. At least he wasn't fighting back any more. He sped himself up, spilling into the man a couple of minutes later. He sighed and smiled, finally looking down at Jean.
He had fallen asleep.
ASLEEP.
Well, that was a blow to Roy's ego, He sighed and pulled out, trying to clean them as best he could. He knew that he had to wake the man soon, they both had to go home, but he would give him a little while to sleep off the worse affects of the alcohol before he called a cab for the man.
Unfortunately, this left Roy with more questions than answers. Jean had liked it, but he was drunk and hadn't really been able to resist very well. What was he going to say or think when he woke up?
Only time would tell.
Roy helped the asleep Jean to the couch so he could lay down, and then sat his desk. He would try to get some work done for a bit while Jean slept. The questions could wait for a while.
Author/Artist: Seaweed_FMA
Rating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Dubcon, sexy fun times, drinking, yaoi.
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist -Roy/Havoc - Alpha male, power issues, pulling rank, rough sex, dubcon - “On the desk soldier.”
Word count: 1575
Summary: Roy knew that this was wrong, but then why the hell did it feel so right?
A/N: I am *REALLY* sorry that I am 3 days late. We had a MAJOR audit at work, I just finished totally restoring my comp- which means reinstalling EVERYTHING, and I have to clean and pack for a trip in less than a week. My three days off aren't days off at all.
He had a pretty weak excuse to get Jean to stay after at work, even after everyone else had already gone- he needed someone to help him do some filing. Hawkeye already had plans for the evening and couldn't stay. But Jean didn't have any plans that he could use as an excuse to get out of it, and he figured that it was a plus to get in good with the boss. He could always call in the favor later, he figured- so he stayed.
To Roy's credit, they did actually work for a while, but it didn't take too long for his slacker genes to kick in- eventually he pushed the work away and produced a flask from one of the drawers of his desk, along with a couple of shot glasses.
“Drink with me, Havoc. We got a good bit done.” It was a lie, they hadn't been working all that long, but Jean figured that if it was the Colonel who had insisted that they stopped working, then he wasn't going to get shot by Lieutenant Hawkeye in the morning. Besides, if the boss was going to offer free booze, who was he to refuse?
“Sure, sir. What's on the menu tonight?”
“Whiskey. You can handle it, right?”
Jean was really more of a beer kinda guy. He could drink whiskey, but it wasn't his favorite, but he wasn't going to look weak in front of his boss. “Of course, sir. I bet I can hold my liquor just as well, or better than you.” It was after hours, he was pretty sure that he could get away with this insubordination.
Roy was not going to back down. “We will see, Lieutenant.” He poured generous shots for both of them, then pushed one over to Jean and raised his own. “To holding your liquor. May be best man win.”
The gauntlet had been thrown.
Both men were too stubborn and pig headed to admit that they were getting quite drunk as the night wore on. One was not going to show that they were weaker than the other. But Roy had been raised in a bar.- he knew how to hold his liquor, and he had subtly been pouring himself less and less as the night wore on, as Jean became more and more inebriated, Roy was able to get away with pouring much more for the blonde.
“I thin' you can't hold yer liquor, shir....” Jean fumbled over his words, trying to get the much less inebriated man to admit defeat.
“I think that you can't even speak correctly, Lieutenant.” Roy eased his way closed to Jean. Of course there had been an ulterior motive to getting the blond lieutenant in his office late at night. Jean had been staring at him quite a bit lately, the kind of look that said that 'I want to undress you and fuck you until you can't walk'. But of course, the couple of times that Roy had tried to dance gingerly around the subject, Jean had either been very sly or more likely very oblivious. This was the chance he needed- his guard was down. It was time to see hot Jean really felt.
“I'm afraid that I'm going to have to cut you off now.” He leaned in, close enough to smell the whiskey on Jean's breath while he pulled the partially empty glass out of his hands- his fingers brushing against the large, rough, calloused hands of the blond shooter.
Roy barely kept his smile behind that mask of his when Jean visibly shivered at the touch. He seemed to be somewhat receptive. That was a good initial reaction. Time to test it further.
“But the night isn't over yet, I am sure that we can think of some other ways to pass the time before we have to go home.” The alchemist touched Jean's hand again- he had expected Jean to pull it away immediately, but when he didn't Roy went right for the throat, literally. He nipped Jean on the neck, right below where it would be seen under his uniform- they had both shed their uniform jackets over an hour ago.
“Damn...” Jean's voice had dropped to a husky tone, and Roy was way past playing games. It wasn't the time for cute words or foreplay. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.
Roy approached Jean, stalking him like a wild animal stalks his prey. Jean backed up until he drunkenly bumped into the front of Roy's desk and fell onto it partially.
“Hmm. A good idea. On the desk, soldier.” He didn't give the man a chance to get his feet back under him- in a flash Roy put his hands on either side of the blond and leaned over him, effectively trapping him where he was. “Now this is a view that I could get used to.”
Jean couldn't say anything before he crushed their lips together in a deep kiss. Roy used the distraction of kissing Jean to running his hand down the man's chest and to his waist, where he immediately undid the cavalry skirt and the two holsters that were attached to it. They noisily clinked to the floor, but Jean was too distracted by the fact that Roy hadn't moved his hand away yet. In fact, he was now busy undoing the button of his fly.
“S-sir....”
“Shut up, Lieutenant.” Roy made it a point to stress the man's rank. He finally got the pants undone and pulled them down, not surprised that Jean was already partially aroused. “As, I see that you are enjoying yourself. That's good.” It was more of a relief- Jean wasn't really sober enough to fight back, but this was encouraging enough to continue.
An ungloved hand moved under the waistband of Jean's boxers and started to stroke languidly at his length, admiring the way it twitched under his hand. He could feel Jean starting to really come to life now.
Roy used one hand to press to Jean's chest to keep him still, but it wasn't needed. He was hovering somewhere between frozen in shock and too drunk to really know what to do. When Roy lifted his hand off of Jean and he didn't move, he knew his next move was fairly safe. He knelt down in front of Jean and started to lick at the tip of his cock, while he used his hands to undo his skirt and pants and stroke himself.
After a few moments, Roy stood back up again. Jean's eyes were half closed- he wasn't sure if it was because he was about to fall asleep or because he was enjoying himself so much. He was easy to turn over.
“S-sir?” Now Jean did actually start to fight back a little, when he was bent over the desk with his superior officer spreading his legs out wide.
“Lieutenant Havoc, I don't believe that I could say that you could talk.”
“B-bit sir.. What are ya gonna d-” His voice fell off to a low groan when Roy took a couple of fingers that he had liberally lubricated with his spit and pushed them roughly inside of him.
“That's better.” Roy pressed his fingers in and out a few times, but he was too impatient to wait long. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the partially empty shot glass. He quickly sketched an array and turned the alcohol into a more slick substance.
“Sir, why did you stop?” Jean tried to look over his shoulder to see what the alchemist was doing- he didn't have to wait long. Roy took the new lube and stroke himself up, then lined himself up at that tight entrance.
“Sir? Wait no....” Roy pushed himself in, making Jean cry out in a weird mix of pain and pleasure. He reached down and started to stroke at Jean while he pushed in and out, slowly at first, then starting to speed up. Jean tried for a few moments to get away until Roy hit that spot, and he saw stars.
Roy felt the man tense, and then relax and go boneless under him. At least he wasn't fighting back any more. He sped himself up, spilling into the man a couple of minutes later. He sighed and smiled, finally looking down at Jean.
He had fallen asleep.
ASLEEP.
Well, that was a blow to Roy's ego, He sighed and pulled out, trying to clean them as best he could. He knew that he had to wake the man soon, they both had to go home, but he would give him a little while to sleep off the worse affects of the alcohol before he called a cab for the man.
Unfortunately, this left Roy with more questions than answers. Jean had liked it, but he was drunk and hadn't really been able to resist very well. What was he going to say or think when he woke up?
Only time would tell.
Roy helped the asleep Jean to the couch so he could lay down, and then sat his desk. He would try to get some work done for a bit while Jean slept. The questions could wait for a while.