Maes/Roy 1
Title: To Be, Or Not, With the One You Love.
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Maes/Roy
Summary: 3 drabbles. Roy reflects on what life was/is like with his best friend and lover.
~ Now and Then
Then, it had been quick, furtive, and kept hidden from all eyes. It occurred in the dark, lit only by the moonlight shining across their forms, when the other men were out for drinks and the chance of someone coming back to the barracks without warning was all too real. It has been desperate and needy and yet warm and caring, and even though the danger of being found out was present every moment, the feeling of just being together was more than worth the risk.
Now, he was cold, alone and lethargic, the blackness that surrounded him all consuming. Nothing happened anymore, life was just a dead routine, numbing and raw in all aspects. There was no danger any more, no risks, no worry, and no hiding, but there was also no laughter, no smiles, no soft kisses, brief touches, and fluttering, gasped words. Now there was just… nothing.
How he wished, for just a fleeting moment giving himself in to the futile, useless game, wished that Then had lasted just a little while longer.
~ Power Struggle
Outside that apartment, he was in control. Smooth, debonair, and aloof, Roy Mustang was the ultimate example of control, always completely cool, calm and collected, as the saying goes. Outside of his apartment, Roy managed to make people believe that’s how he was all the time.
Inside that apartment, Roy was lost in his inability to keep that cool, calm, and collect attitude, his control stripped from him as his body surrounded the throbbing cock of another. He was lost in his inability to stay aloof when his own cock ached for the touch of the other’s hand, his control vanishing as he cries out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, convulsing as the sensation of finally finding release burns through his body.
The only one who could ever make him feel like that was the only one who would ever see his lack of control, but inside that apartment, there wasn’t even a power struggle; Roy just gave it up willingly.
~ Greatest Fear
Roy found it so ironic that statistically, public speaking is what people feared most. Standing here, now, for some reason it was all he could think about. People feared speaking in public more than death; and the thought of that boggled his mind. Maybe before this happened, Roy could have sympathized with them, back when death was only something incurred by the battlefield and when coming back to Central meant that death would be left far behind, but not now.
Not since the day came that death visited him in Central. The day came that Maes Hughes had his life stripped from him without warning, his breath sheared away by a single bullet. Without preamble, without a chance to survive, and shockingly enough, without war, the man who had been his whole world was suddenly just gone, shot down in the streets of his home.
Public speaking is the world’s number one fear. With one solitary tear running down his face, Roy could only continue to think about how foolishly, stupidly ironic that was. People are afraid of public speaking when his best friend is lying dead in a grave, covered over in earth. He had never thought about it before, but now Roy finally realized that his greatest fear had been death all along.
How can other people be so stupid?
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Maes/Roy
Summary: 3 drabbles. Roy reflects on what life was/is like with his best friend and lover.
~ Now and Then
Then, it had been quick, furtive, and kept hidden from all eyes. It occurred in the dark, lit only by the moonlight shining across their forms, when the other men were out for drinks and the chance of someone coming back to the barracks without warning was all too real. It has been desperate and needy and yet warm and caring, and even though the danger of being found out was present every moment, the feeling of just being together was more than worth the risk.
Now, he was cold, alone and lethargic, the blackness that surrounded him all consuming. Nothing happened anymore, life was just a dead routine, numbing and raw in all aspects. There was no danger any more, no risks, no worry, and no hiding, but there was also no laughter, no smiles, no soft kisses, brief touches, and fluttering, gasped words. Now there was just… nothing.
How he wished, for just a fleeting moment giving himself in to the futile, useless game, wished that Then had lasted just a little while longer.
~ Power Struggle
Outside that apartment, he was in control. Smooth, debonair, and aloof, Roy Mustang was the ultimate example of control, always completely cool, calm and collected, as the saying goes. Outside of his apartment, Roy managed to make people believe that’s how he was all the time.
Inside that apartment, Roy was lost in his inability to keep that cool, calm, and collect attitude, his control stripped from him as his body surrounded the throbbing cock of another. He was lost in his inability to stay aloof when his own cock ached for the touch of the other’s hand, his control vanishing as he cries out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, convulsing as the sensation of finally finding release burns through his body.
The only one who could ever make him feel like that was the only one who would ever see his lack of control, but inside that apartment, there wasn’t even a power struggle; Roy just gave it up willingly.
~ Greatest Fear
Roy found it so ironic that statistically, public speaking is what people feared most. Standing here, now, for some reason it was all he could think about. People feared speaking in public more than death; and the thought of that boggled his mind. Maybe before this happened, Roy could have sympathized with them, back when death was only something incurred by the battlefield and when coming back to Central meant that death would be left far behind, but not now.
Not since the day came that death visited him in Central. The day came that Maes Hughes had his life stripped from him without warning, his breath sheared away by a single bullet. Without preamble, without a chance to survive, and shockingly enough, without war, the man who had been his whole world was suddenly just gone, shot down in the streets of his home.
Public speaking is the world’s number one fear. With one solitary tear running down his face, Roy could only continue to think about how foolishly, stupidly ironic that was. People are afraid of public speaking when his best friend is lying dead in a grave, covered over in earth. He had never thought about it before, but now Roy finally realized that his greatest fear had been death all along.
How can other people be so stupid?