Jean/Roy 1
Title: It's the Start of a Famine. (So Let's Have Sex.)
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean/Roy
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shamless smut. In a closet.
Summary: Winter hit Central harder than expected, so when a certain pair of lovers realize that the food is running low, they turn to other things to keep them from going hungry.
Central had been blasted with a cold winter that year, and almost no one was prepared for the amount of snow that hit the city. The military was caught up in a frenzy, doing everything it could to make sure food got to the citizens of Central, even if it had to happen at the expense of the military personnel who picked it up and delivered it.
This was the scenario that left Colonel Roy Mustang and his subordinates without much sustenance to keep them going throughout the long days, and it soon became obvious that a room full of men (and one woman, although she was definitely not as whiny as the others) on mostly empty stomachs is a surefire recipe for problems of one sort or another.
Roy never had much patience for paperwork to begin with, but the mix of that and a growling stomach was something he was certainly not willing to deal with. It was with his next meal in mind that the Colonel removed his booted feet from his desk and stood, stretching as he spoke to Riza, “I’ll be back sooner or later, Lieutenant. Anyone who calls can do so again later.”
Hawkeye sighed, but nodded, knowing that scolding Roy now would just make him more ornery. Watching as he left the office, and then returning to her paperwork once he was gone, Riza failed to notice the small smirk that graced Havoc’s lips as he watched the Colonel leave. It wasn’t until a good fifteen minutes had passed that Havoc acted on his smirk, and when he did it was with complete subtly, “Lieutenant, please excuse me for a moment, I need to look after some things with Investigations.”
Blinking a little as she looked up, Riza hid a sigh as she looked at Havoc, “If you must, Havoc.” She knew, deep down inside, that Jean wasn’t going to talk to Investigations at all, but she also knew that the things her superior officer and her coworker did in their private time weren’t really any of her business. (Not that private time really existed while they were at work, but Riza was hungry too; hungry enough to be a little miffed with the military and therefore let the men under her care do the things they needed to take the edge off.)
Nonchalantly walking through the halls, it wasn’t until he found himself alchemically locked in a storage closet with Roy’s already growing bulge pressed pleasantly against his ass that Havoc even realized where his lover (Okay, so maybe fuck-buddy would have been the more accurate term, but both Mustang and Havoc always found that description to be disgustingly tacky.) had been hiding.
Jean had to muster every ounce of inner strength he had to stop himself from just collapsing to the floor right then and offering himself to the man standing behind him; somehow he did manage to stay on his feet, but that might have been because Roy’s chest and hips against his back felt gloriously wonderful. The thing about it was, Havoc didn’t have to offer because Roy planned on taking anyway and to be honest, that was fine with them both.
It was with a smirk and a silken purr in his voice that Roy allowed his hands to slip up his lieutenant’s chest, slowly starting to divest him of his blue military jacket, the buttons coming undone first, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day…” The feeling of Roy’s lips brushing across his ear, coupled with the words they spoke, sent shivers down the younger man’s spine in an instant and led them to fizzle between his legs in ever growing and ever more noticeable warmth.
Havoc shifted in Roy’s grip, attempting to help the black haired man get rid of his clothes quicker, but was suddenly stopped when that man grabbed his wrists and snarled softly, “Hold still, Second Lieutenant. I didn’t give you the order to move.” His eyes going wide, Havoc bit back the smallest of whimpers; the only time Roy referred to him as “Second Lieutenant” (at least in a sexual manner) was when he had pure evil planned.
With that statement and that statement alone, that Roy shoved Havoc forward a handful of steps and pushed him up against one of the metal shelving units in the room. Before the blonde could even react to this new position, Roy had Jean’s wrists gripped in firm hands and was pressing them to the bottom of one of the shelves, smirking as he activated the circle on his ever present gloves.
It was with wide and slightly panicked eyes that Havoc watched his commanding officer’s alchemy take shape and he couldn’t help but to make a little sound as metal sprung from the shelf and wrapped itself around his wrists, effectively making him part of the unit and taking away every chance he would have had to escape what Roy had planned.
Swallowing a little, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, Jean tried to turn his head to see what Roy was doing now, but was rewarded for his hard work with a stinging slap to his ass. Yelping a little at the unexpected contact, Havoc turned his face forward again, knowing that doing anything else would just give Roy more cause to be his stunningly cunning self.
In his element now that Havoc’s mobility and vision had been stripped from him, Roy stood behind his captive and took in the back of his body, loving how he could see the lieutenant trembling lightly even through his clothes. (Clothes which happened to pose an entirely new problem, but Roy was well ready to deal with that and even a little excited for it.) Reaching out now, Mustang paused for a moment to let his smirk grow before he cupped Jean’s ass, squeezing it in his fingers as he pressed his now firmly tented crotch against him.
Squirming more, Havoc pressed back against the man in control of him, rubbing himself against Roy in an effort to ignore the throbbing in his own already stiffened cock. Sadly enough, to Havoc at least, he was rewarded with another stinging slap to his hind end as Roy stepped away from him and grabbed some of his hair, pulling back a little to stretch Jean’s neck out, “I told you not to move.”
Groaning a little in his throat, Havoc forced steadiness into his voice even though he felt like a quivering mess, “Sorry, sir…” It never ceased to amaze him, how quickly Roy could (and most definitely would) reduce him to a desperate and needy human being; Havoc had his pride and despised the idea of it being stripped from him, but there was just something about Roy that made it worthwhile and allowed him to give in.
It was because of that, and that alone, that Havoc held still when he felt Roy’s hands at his waist, gathering the edges of his jacket in skilled fingers and pulling it apart before sliding under his shirt and up the flat planes of his stomach, taking the fabric with them as they went. Biting his lip to distract himself from the fiery vibrations Roy’s skin left against his own, Jean didn’t realize that Roy had taken his nipples between those delightful fingers and pinched until the resultant sensation caused him to lose the tenuous grip on his lip with a low gasp.
Roy smirked, loving the sounds he could elicit from his loyal subordinate with just a few touches, and shifted his hands now, pushing Havoc’s shirt up the smooth muscles of his chest until it lay bundled up and in disarray around his shoulders and neck. Taking a step closer to his captive, Mustang rewarded him for being so good and holding still by leaning in and running his tongue up the outer rim of the blonde’s ear, loving how he could feel the tremor shoot through Jean as soon as the wet, warm muscle came in contact with his skin.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Havoc shivered again as Roy removed himself from the other man’s skin. His cock had been stiff before but now it was throbbing, arching in earnest against the rough blue fabric of his pants, aching to be released. When Roy slipped his hands back down and fondled the button keeping Jean’s desperate erection ensnared in its material cage, for a brief moment he thought his pleas were finally going to be answered, but that joy was short lived when Mustang then moved his hand farther down, cupping Jean through his pants, rubbing him teasingly.
It made Havoc weak in the knees when Roy spoke next, as he could hear the smirk on his lips as they formed the words, “Someone’s eager…” Despite himself, Havoc groaned and pushed himself hard into the palm of Roy’s hand even though he knew that it would probably result in said hand being taken away. It took only a second for him to find out that he was, sadly, right, as the black haired Colonel removed his pale appendage as soon as he felt Havoc’s hips shift toward it. Stepping back again, Roy kicked his subordinate’s legs apart, forcing the fabric of his pants to stretch tighter over his erection, snarling as he does, “We can do this all day, Lieutenant.”
Ghosting his hands forward, Roy grabbed Jean’s hips, grinding his own hard on against the other man’s ass, “Nothing is more important than making sure you learn how to follow orders.” Smirking even more now, Roy laughed as he felt Havoc shaking in his grip; it was obvious he was fighting with every fiber of his being to listen to what Roy said and hold still. After all, Havoc was already needy and the prospect of having to do this all day wasn’t pleasant, at least not according to the standards of his body. (His mind, on the other hand, would have loved it, but that’s a story for another time.)
“Y-yes, sir, of course…” Forcing himself to breathe and to control his body and knowing that it would make his lover happy, Havoc made himself whisper out, “I’m sorry.” A dark chuckle was the only response Havoc received and it made his nerves burn with apprehensive yet excited energy as he wondered what was in store for him next.
It was without warning and with quite a bit of surprise that he suddenly found out, because the very next sensation that flashed through his body was that of Roy’s hand sliding past the waistband of his pants and then a cold, slender finger pressed tight to his asshole, rubbing the tender, puckered skin there in short, teasing strokes. As a whimper pulled itself from his throat, (and he tried to figure out how Roy got his pants unbuttoned without him noticing,) his cock burning for attention now, Havoc clung to the shelving unit holding him captive for dear life, forcing himself not to move against that oh so inviting finger.
Chuckling behind his sandy haired lover, Roy keep on teasing him like that for a few minutes, able to see and feel how desperate Havoc was for something, anything. Once he had finally ascertained to his satisfaction that Havoc was indeed capable of holding still, Mustang leaned forward, nibbling on Jean’s earlobe as he whispered into his ear, “So, are you going to follow orders from now on, Second Lieutenant?”
As a shiver ran through his body, Havoc nodded, willing to do anything to lessen the agonizing throb that was resonating through his cock. When Roy reached around his torso and took his nipples in adept fingers, Jean made himself stay in the exact same spot he had been occupying, even as a surprised yet pleasured hiss left his lips when Roy pinched and twisted in just the right way.
“Good boy.” With a smirk to both his lips and his tone, Roy drew his palms and fingertips down the length of Jean’s firm chest and stomach, taking in every indentation of muscle and bone as he did. Enjoying the contours of his subordinate’s body, Roy spent some time following the lines and ridges of the sculpted skin under his hand, teasing Havoc a little longer before finally moving his hands to the hem of Havoc’s pants, “Stand up straighter.”
Havoc complied with the order immediately, bringing his feet together in the smart military way that he was so familiar with, standing as Roy demanded only a few seconds after he had demanded it. Breathing out and trying to control his wildly beating heart, (not that he really could,) Jean groaned deep in his throat as his lover started to pull his pants and boxers from his hips, panting a little as he was finally exposed to the cool air in the room.
Groaning a little now that he could feel his erection brushing warm and heavy against his stomach, Havoc felt his body respond instantly when Mustang finally (Finally!) trailed the tips of his fingers up the underside of his extremely sensitive cock. The touch went straight from one head to the other, sending blinding white lights to explode behind Havoc’s eyelids as another, much louder groan escaped him. (And if this was just the beginning, he couldn’t even imagine what the end would be like.)
When his calloused fingertips reached Havoc’s tip and started to massage skillfully, the black haired man behind him leaned down, biting along his earlobe and neck as his other hand came up and began playing with Havoc’s chest again. The little whimpers, mewls, and gasps every one of his movements were pulling from the man in his arms were intoxicating to Roy, and he would have been content to just keep going like this for hours, but he knew that a certain part of both him and Havoc wouldn’t appreciate that at all.
With that thought in mind, he finally let his hand surround the aching organ, giving it a few light, loose pumps as he reached up and pulled the lube he had set there earlier from the shelf at Havoc’s eye level. The sudden gasp and whine that suddenly echoed through the room let Roy know that Jean had indeed seen him take it, and he smirked again as he took his hand back and lubed up a few fingers.
By now Havoc was a mess and the sight of his captor taking the bottle of lube in hand just made the tension and anticipation worse. His cock was positively aching with need and the anguish of being ignored for so long, and his whole body felt like Roy had set fire to it. It was all he could do not to start begging his Colonel to do something but his vocal cords, just like the rest of his body, felt like jelly and wouldn’t have formed the words anyway. All he could do was continue to grunt and groan as Roy teased him, and frustratingly enough it seemed like that was fine by Roy.
An agonizing minute passed by, during which Roy did absolutely nothing but stand behind Havoc. The quivering man could feel the warmth against his back and ass and feel the slight weight of the Colonel’s body against his, but none of that was doing anything to ease the ache in his body; on the contrary, it was just making it worse. Havoc was just about to scream with need and arousal and frustration, was right on the brink of giving up and demanding that Roy fuck him, (not that it would have done him much good,) but then suddenly he felt a touch of cold wetness at his ass and finally, gloriously, there was a slight twinge of pain but then a cold, slick, and smooth digit was pressing into the warmth of his body and to be honest, he almost did scream.
His fingers clinging to the metal slats that made up the shelf above his hands, Havoc moaned out a garbled litany of sounds, desperate to press back against Roy’s finger but afraid that if he did, it would be removed. He was already sweating, the drops falling from his face to land on the floor, mingling with the drops of precum that had slipped from the end of his cock. The intrusion into the warmth of his very being was wonderful and lusted after, but damn it if he didn’t want more.
Reveling in the power he had over the blonde, Roy grinned as he slowly started to move his finger inside Havoc, stretching him little by little. (Not that he needed much stretching, as they had sex more often than one might consider normal.) He could feel the man clench around his finger and knew he would do just about anything to feel another one deep inside him, and so using that to further his own devious wants, Roy placed another finger at Havoc’s entrance after a minute and whispered into his ear, “Take it, Lieutenant. Now.”
Jean didn’t require any coaxing at all. The second the words had left Mustang’s lips, he complied, thrusting his body back hard and taking Roy’s second finger deep into him, gasping and then moaning loudly as it pushed past all the defenses his body had set up against it and slid into his core. With his head tossed back, sweat coating his skin, and his cock pressed up against his stomach, Havoc prayed (To the God of Sex, because if any god exists, it has to be that one.) that Roy would just take him and stop the torturous teasing before he melted into a puddle on the floor.
The sight of Jean shoving back onto his fingers, with his whole body arched backwards from the waist up was enough to make Mustang think that he was about to spill into his pants. Taking in the erotic picture before his eyes, that of Havoc’s lean body arced over with his neck and chest deliciously exposed, his cock standing firm and hard in the cold air of the room, and his ass surrounding two of Roy’s fingers to the hilt, the black haired man almost lost every vestige of his control; the vision in front of him was that amazing.
Knowing that he couldn’t hold out much longer and that Jean was about ready to melt from the heat and the need, Roy’s finally started doing something real, pumping his fingers in and out of Havoc hard, widening him out more and more with every thrust. To his credit, Havoc held still for most of it even though his body was trembling like crazy; Roy could even feel the muscles surrounding his fingers spasm pleasantly every time he moved. Smirking happily, he decided that Havoc would be well rewarded for finally learning to listen to orders and as his grin widened he chuckled darkly; he knew he would enjoy dishing out the reward as well.
In his mind, Jean’s cock was screeching for attention, making sure that the poor man never forgot for a second that his tender and needy member had been ignored for most of the night. Jean would have given anything to calm it down and give it the attention it needed, but with his hands restrained as they were and the Colonel’s occupied elsewhere, he knew it wasn’t going to happen as soon as he’d like and so he tried to ignore it, focusing more on the exquisite sensations of Roy’s fingers (Three now, but when the hell did that happen?) in him.
Finally he felt Roy’s hand withdraw from him and his body suddenly filled with rampant flashes of mixed anguish and ecstasy; he knew what came next. Sure enough, he heard his lover groan softly as he finally freed his cock from his own pants and that in turn made Havoc groan as well; Roy wasn’t huge, but he was satisfying, and Havoc’s body could never get enough of the gloriously full feeling Roy gave him when he was seated firmly in his ass.
Again, Havoc heard another sound escape Roy’s lips, this one a hiss. He knew what caused that one as well and as though on cue, an image flooded his head, mirroring almost exactly what was going on behind him; Roy’s hands stroking his own cock, covering his hard erection in the cold lube, fingers whisking deliciously over head and shaft to give himself some pleasure before moving on to use Havoc for the same purpose.
Whimpering now, Havoc couldn’t help but to push his hips back a little more, wanting to feel that cock buried deep in him. For a fleeting moment, the second after he moved, he cringed and cursed in his head, thinking that Roy would punish him for moving without orders, but that worry was belied almost as soon as it flashed into being. Roy had groaned in his throat and wrapped one sticky hand around Havoc’s hip and in one more brief, but painfully long, moment had the head of his cock pressed tight against Jean’s entrance.
Now that Jean could feel his commander’s erection throbbing against the tender skin of his backside his own grew even more insistent. (Even though Havoc would have sworn that was impossible.) Mewling in his throat without even realizing it, Havoc clenched and unclenched his hands, tugging a little against the restraints on them as he did. He was chanting in his head, over and over, please, Roy, please just do it, you’ve had your fun, you did your teasing, I need you, ple- “Fuck!”
Roy smirked, the head of his cock now resting just inside Havoc as he drank in the sounds of Havoc’s surprised yelp. (He loved making Jean say dirty things, but then again who doesn’t like getting those kinds of words out of their lover?) His hands tight on the man’s hips now, Roy forced himself to remain in control even though he wanted so badly to just sink himself the rest of the way into Havoc. Slowly and purring a little as he does, he starts to pull Jean back onto him, not letting him thrust like he knows he wants to but instead guiding him back just a few centimeters at a time.
Havoc had finally lost it and was desperately trying to force himself farther back onto Roy, but without the leverage of his own hands and Roy’s grip on his hips as tight as it was, he wasn’t having any luck at all. Whimper after groan after whine were rapidly being pulled from his throat to flood the room with wild abandon, neither man having the energy or focus to try to keep them silent.
Taking great pleasure from the feeling of Havoc’s warm, throbbing body around his cock and even greater pleasure from the sights and sounds of the desperate man, Mustang finally seated himself in Havoc, sunk into him to the hilt, groaning as his dick pulsed in the tight warmth surrounding him. As he wrapped his left arm around Havoc’s waist, keeping the younger man pulled tight against him, he finally allowed his other hand to slide over Havoc’s hip and down just a touch, taking his cock in a firm grip.
Moaning almost nonstop, Roy’s name constantly leaving his lips in a great variety of garbled forms, Havoc bucked hard against the man buried in him, thrusting back onto his cock and then pushing forward into his hand, groaning out over and over as he does, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck…!”
Roy was of much the same mindset; now that he was in Jean and his engorged cock was positively screaming with pleasure, he didn’t really have the mental capacity to think of anything else. Rocking in time with his subordinate, Mustang thrust against him hard, pushing him into the shelving unit every time as he pumped his cock just as fast.
Havoc groaned, every nerve in his body coursing with pleasure as he allowed Roy to fuck him into oblivion. (Just the way they both liked it.) When Roy’s warm, wet mouth suddenly came in contact with his ear and bit down just as his free hand came up to pinch and twist his nipple hard, Havoc yelped and moaned, feeling both sensations shoot straight down into his crotch. Bucking hard against Roy’s cock and his hand, it was all Jean could do to breathe; everything else was that overwhelming.
A bit more composed than his blonde haired cohort, Roy managed to keep in control of what was going on, but not by much. He was lost in complete and total rapture, the feeling of Havoc surrounding his pulsing cock mixed with that of him bucking against the ensnaring grip Roy had on him and moaning was enough to bring him close and make him desperate for release as well. He kept working Havoc hard, so caught up in every sensation coursing through his senses.
Havoc was right on the edge in just a minute or two, Roy’s ministrations doing wonder upon wonder for him, and he knew that in just a few more moments he’d go over. Suddenly Roy angled himself just right and Havoc literally screamed, the brush against his prostate sending his whole body into spasms as he came, blackness filling his sight as he spilt out over his stomach, Roy’s hand, and the shelving, covering much of all three surfaces with the sticky white substance.
Roy groaned, deep and guttural in Havoc’s ear, and kept pumping, knowing it wouldn’t take much more for him to finish either. His grip on Havoc firm, he groaned and then yelped slightly when Havoc suddenly clenched even tighter around his cock; that movement finally did it for Roy and he swore, biting down on Jean’s shoulder as he exploded deep inside him.
Jean moaned once more, the sound resonating out through his hazy, post-orgasmic mind, as Roy came in him and half collapsed against his back. Both men rested like that for a minute, Mustang’s chest warm and comforting against Jean’s back as Roy drew comfort from the feeling of his lover encircled rather protectively in his arms. After a long few minutes Roy finally forced himself to pull out of Havoc and couldn’t help but to smirk as he watched a little of his come leak out to stain Havoc’s thighs.
Leaving his still captive lover to rest as he put himself away, Roy smiled as he took Havoc in; every time they were together it was something new and always exciting. Finally, once he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his jacket, he placed a soft kiss to Havoc’s lips as he activated his array again, making the metal pull away from his wrists so he could redress himself as well. Smirking a little more to himself, he didn’t mould the metal back into the shelf, but rather left it in the shape of two cuffs; let the next person who came in here feast on what that might mean rather than think about their empty stomachs.
A/N: This is my first explicit yaoi fic. This is also my first yaoi fic, to be honest. Ok, so actually, this is my first ever explicit fic too. Comments and constructive criticism are love, and they really help me to write more. Please?
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean/Roy
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shamless smut. In a closet.
Summary: Winter hit Central harder than expected, so when a certain pair of lovers realize that the food is running low, they turn to other things to keep them from going hungry.
Central had been blasted with a cold winter that year, and almost no one was prepared for the amount of snow that hit the city. The military was caught up in a frenzy, doing everything it could to make sure food got to the citizens of Central, even if it had to happen at the expense of the military personnel who picked it up and delivered it.
This was the scenario that left Colonel Roy Mustang and his subordinates without much sustenance to keep them going throughout the long days, and it soon became obvious that a room full of men (and one woman, although she was definitely not as whiny as the others) on mostly empty stomachs is a surefire recipe for problems of one sort or another.
Roy never had much patience for paperwork to begin with, but the mix of that and a growling stomach was something he was certainly not willing to deal with. It was with his next meal in mind that the Colonel removed his booted feet from his desk and stood, stretching as he spoke to Riza, “I’ll be back sooner or later, Lieutenant. Anyone who calls can do so again later.”
Hawkeye sighed, but nodded, knowing that scolding Roy now would just make him more ornery. Watching as he left the office, and then returning to her paperwork once he was gone, Riza failed to notice the small smirk that graced Havoc’s lips as he watched the Colonel leave. It wasn’t until a good fifteen minutes had passed that Havoc acted on his smirk, and when he did it was with complete subtly, “Lieutenant, please excuse me for a moment, I need to look after some things with Investigations.”
Blinking a little as she looked up, Riza hid a sigh as she looked at Havoc, “If you must, Havoc.” She knew, deep down inside, that Jean wasn’t going to talk to Investigations at all, but she also knew that the things her superior officer and her coworker did in their private time weren’t really any of her business. (Not that private time really existed while they were at work, but Riza was hungry too; hungry enough to be a little miffed with the military and therefore let the men under her care do the things they needed to take the edge off.)
Nonchalantly walking through the halls, it wasn’t until he found himself alchemically locked in a storage closet with Roy’s already growing bulge pressed pleasantly against his ass that Havoc even realized where his lover (Okay, so maybe fuck-buddy would have been the more accurate term, but both Mustang and Havoc always found that description to be disgustingly tacky.) had been hiding.
Jean had to muster every ounce of inner strength he had to stop himself from just collapsing to the floor right then and offering himself to the man standing behind him; somehow he did manage to stay on his feet, but that might have been because Roy’s chest and hips against his back felt gloriously wonderful. The thing about it was, Havoc didn’t have to offer because Roy planned on taking anyway and to be honest, that was fine with them both.
It was with a smirk and a silken purr in his voice that Roy allowed his hands to slip up his lieutenant’s chest, slowly starting to divest him of his blue military jacket, the buttons coming undone first, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day…” The feeling of Roy’s lips brushing across his ear, coupled with the words they spoke, sent shivers down the younger man’s spine in an instant and led them to fizzle between his legs in ever growing and ever more noticeable warmth.
Havoc shifted in Roy’s grip, attempting to help the black haired man get rid of his clothes quicker, but was suddenly stopped when that man grabbed his wrists and snarled softly, “Hold still, Second Lieutenant. I didn’t give you the order to move.” His eyes going wide, Havoc bit back the smallest of whimpers; the only time Roy referred to him as “Second Lieutenant” (at least in a sexual manner) was when he had pure evil planned.
With that statement and that statement alone, that Roy shoved Havoc forward a handful of steps and pushed him up against one of the metal shelving units in the room. Before the blonde could even react to this new position, Roy had Jean’s wrists gripped in firm hands and was pressing them to the bottom of one of the shelves, smirking as he activated the circle on his ever present gloves.
It was with wide and slightly panicked eyes that Havoc watched his commanding officer’s alchemy take shape and he couldn’t help but to make a little sound as metal sprung from the shelf and wrapped itself around his wrists, effectively making him part of the unit and taking away every chance he would have had to escape what Roy had planned.
Swallowing a little, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, Jean tried to turn his head to see what Roy was doing now, but was rewarded for his hard work with a stinging slap to his ass. Yelping a little at the unexpected contact, Havoc turned his face forward again, knowing that doing anything else would just give Roy more cause to be his stunningly cunning self.
In his element now that Havoc’s mobility and vision had been stripped from him, Roy stood behind his captive and took in the back of his body, loving how he could see the lieutenant trembling lightly even through his clothes. (Clothes which happened to pose an entirely new problem, but Roy was well ready to deal with that and even a little excited for it.) Reaching out now, Mustang paused for a moment to let his smirk grow before he cupped Jean’s ass, squeezing it in his fingers as he pressed his now firmly tented crotch against him.
Squirming more, Havoc pressed back against the man in control of him, rubbing himself against Roy in an effort to ignore the throbbing in his own already stiffened cock. Sadly enough, to Havoc at least, he was rewarded with another stinging slap to his hind end as Roy stepped away from him and grabbed some of his hair, pulling back a little to stretch Jean’s neck out, “I told you not to move.”
Groaning a little in his throat, Havoc forced steadiness into his voice even though he felt like a quivering mess, “Sorry, sir…” It never ceased to amaze him, how quickly Roy could (and most definitely would) reduce him to a desperate and needy human being; Havoc had his pride and despised the idea of it being stripped from him, but there was just something about Roy that made it worthwhile and allowed him to give in.
It was because of that, and that alone, that Havoc held still when he felt Roy’s hands at his waist, gathering the edges of his jacket in skilled fingers and pulling it apart before sliding under his shirt and up the flat planes of his stomach, taking the fabric with them as they went. Biting his lip to distract himself from the fiery vibrations Roy’s skin left against his own, Jean didn’t realize that Roy had taken his nipples between those delightful fingers and pinched until the resultant sensation caused him to lose the tenuous grip on his lip with a low gasp.
Roy smirked, loving the sounds he could elicit from his loyal subordinate with just a few touches, and shifted his hands now, pushing Havoc’s shirt up the smooth muscles of his chest until it lay bundled up and in disarray around his shoulders and neck. Taking a step closer to his captive, Mustang rewarded him for being so good and holding still by leaning in and running his tongue up the outer rim of the blonde’s ear, loving how he could feel the tremor shoot through Jean as soon as the wet, warm muscle came in contact with his skin.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Havoc shivered again as Roy removed himself from the other man’s skin. His cock had been stiff before but now it was throbbing, arching in earnest against the rough blue fabric of his pants, aching to be released. When Roy slipped his hands back down and fondled the button keeping Jean’s desperate erection ensnared in its material cage, for a brief moment he thought his pleas were finally going to be answered, but that joy was short lived when Mustang then moved his hand farther down, cupping Jean through his pants, rubbing him teasingly.
It made Havoc weak in the knees when Roy spoke next, as he could hear the smirk on his lips as they formed the words, “Someone’s eager…” Despite himself, Havoc groaned and pushed himself hard into the palm of Roy’s hand even though he knew that it would probably result in said hand being taken away. It took only a second for him to find out that he was, sadly, right, as the black haired Colonel removed his pale appendage as soon as he felt Havoc’s hips shift toward it. Stepping back again, Roy kicked his subordinate’s legs apart, forcing the fabric of his pants to stretch tighter over his erection, snarling as he does, “We can do this all day, Lieutenant.”
Ghosting his hands forward, Roy grabbed Jean’s hips, grinding his own hard on against the other man’s ass, “Nothing is more important than making sure you learn how to follow orders.” Smirking even more now, Roy laughed as he felt Havoc shaking in his grip; it was obvious he was fighting with every fiber of his being to listen to what Roy said and hold still. After all, Havoc was already needy and the prospect of having to do this all day wasn’t pleasant, at least not according to the standards of his body. (His mind, on the other hand, would have loved it, but that’s a story for another time.)
“Y-yes, sir, of course…” Forcing himself to breathe and to control his body and knowing that it would make his lover happy, Havoc made himself whisper out, “I’m sorry.” A dark chuckle was the only response Havoc received and it made his nerves burn with apprehensive yet excited energy as he wondered what was in store for him next.
It was without warning and with quite a bit of surprise that he suddenly found out, because the very next sensation that flashed through his body was that of Roy’s hand sliding past the waistband of his pants and then a cold, slender finger pressed tight to his asshole, rubbing the tender, puckered skin there in short, teasing strokes. As a whimper pulled itself from his throat, (and he tried to figure out how Roy got his pants unbuttoned without him noticing,) his cock burning for attention now, Havoc clung to the shelving unit holding him captive for dear life, forcing himself not to move against that oh so inviting finger.
Chuckling behind his sandy haired lover, Roy keep on teasing him like that for a few minutes, able to see and feel how desperate Havoc was for something, anything. Once he had finally ascertained to his satisfaction that Havoc was indeed capable of holding still, Mustang leaned forward, nibbling on Jean’s earlobe as he whispered into his ear, “So, are you going to follow orders from now on, Second Lieutenant?”
As a shiver ran through his body, Havoc nodded, willing to do anything to lessen the agonizing throb that was resonating through his cock. When Roy reached around his torso and took his nipples in adept fingers, Jean made himself stay in the exact same spot he had been occupying, even as a surprised yet pleasured hiss left his lips when Roy pinched and twisted in just the right way.
“Good boy.” With a smirk to both his lips and his tone, Roy drew his palms and fingertips down the length of Jean’s firm chest and stomach, taking in every indentation of muscle and bone as he did. Enjoying the contours of his subordinate’s body, Roy spent some time following the lines and ridges of the sculpted skin under his hand, teasing Havoc a little longer before finally moving his hands to the hem of Havoc’s pants, “Stand up straighter.”
Havoc complied with the order immediately, bringing his feet together in the smart military way that he was so familiar with, standing as Roy demanded only a few seconds after he had demanded it. Breathing out and trying to control his wildly beating heart, (not that he really could,) Jean groaned deep in his throat as his lover started to pull his pants and boxers from his hips, panting a little as he was finally exposed to the cool air in the room.
Groaning a little now that he could feel his erection brushing warm and heavy against his stomach, Havoc felt his body respond instantly when Mustang finally (Finally!) trailed the tips of his fingers up the underside of his extremely sensitive cock. The touch went straight from one head to the other, sending blinding white lights to explode behind Havoc’s eyelids as another, much louder groan escaped him. (And if this was just the beginning, he couldn’t even imagine what the end would be like.)
When his calloused fingertips reached Havoc’s tip and started to massage skillfully, the black haired man behind him leaned down, biting along his earlobe and neck as his other hand came up and began playing with Havoc’s chest again. The little whimpers, mewls, and gasps every one of his movements were pulling from the man in his arms were intoxicating to Roy, and he would have been content to just keep going like this for hours, but he knew that a certain part of both him and Havoc wouldn’t appreciate that at all.
With that thought in mind, he finally let his hand surround the aching organ, giving it a few light, loose pumps as he reached up and pulled the lube he had set there earlier from the shelf at Havoc’s eye level. The sudden gasp and whine that suddenly echoed through the room let Roy know that Jean had indeed seen him take it, and he smirked again as he took his hand back and lubed up a few fingers.
By now Havoc was a mess and the sight of his captor taking the bottle of lube in hand just made the tension and anticipation worse. His cock was positively aching with need and the anguish of being ignored for so long, and his whole body felt like Roy had set fire to it. It was all he could do not to start begging his Colonel to do something but his vocal cords, just like the rest of his body, felt like jelly and wouldn’t have formed the words anyway. All he could do was continue to grunt and groan as Roy teased him, and frustratingly enough it seemed like that was fine by Roy.
An agonizing minute passed by, during which Roy did absolutely nothing but stand behind Havoc. The quivering man could feel the warmth against his back and ass and feel the slight weight of the Colonel’s body against his, but none of that was doing anything to ease the ache in his body; on the contrary, it was just making it worse. Havoc was just about to scream with need and arousal and frustration, was right on the brink of giving up and demanding that Roy fuck him, (not that it would have done him much good,) but then suddenly he felt a touch of cold wetness at his ass and finally, gloriously, there was a slight twinge of pain but then a cold, slick, and smooth digit was pressing into the warmth of his body and to be honest, he almost did scream.
His fingers clinging to the metal slats that made up the shelf above his hands, Havoc moaned out a garbled litany of sounds, desperate to press back against Roy’s finger but afraid that if he did, it would be removed. He was already sweating, the drops falling from his face to land on the floor, mingling with the drops of precum that had slipped from the end of his cock. The intrusion into the warmth of his very being was wonderful and lusted after, but damn it if he didn’t want more.
Reveling in the power he had over the blonde, Roy grinned as he slowly started to move his finger inside Havoc, stretching him little by little. (Not that he needed much stretching, as they had sex more often than one might consider normal.) He could feel the man clench around his finger and knew he would do just about anything to feel another one deep inside him, and so using that to further his own devious wants, Roy placed another finger at Havoc’s entrance after a minute and whispered into his ear, “Take it, Lieutenant. Now.”
Jean didn’t require any coaxing at all. The second the words had left Mustang’s lips, he complied, thrusting his body back hard and taking Roy’s second finger deep into him, gasping and then moaning loudly as it pushed past all the defenses his body had set up against it and slid into his core. With his head tossed back, sweat coating his skin, and his cock pressed up against his stomach, Havoc prayed (To the God of Sex, because if any god exists, it has to be that one.) that Roy would just take him and stop the torturous teasing before he melted into a puddle on the floor.
The sight of Jean shoving back onto his fingers, with his whole body arched backwards from the waist up was enough to make Mustang think that he was about to spill into his pants. Taking in the erotic picture before his eyes, that of Havoc’s lean body arced over with his neck and chest deliciously exposed, his cock standing firm and hard in the cold air of the room, and his ass surrounding two of Roy’s fingers to the hilt, the black haired man almost lost every vestige of his control; the vision in front of him was that amazing.
Knowing that he couldn’t hold out much longer and that Jean was about ready to melt from the heat and the need, Roy’s finally started doing something real, pumping his fingers in and out of Havoc hard, widening him out more and more with every thrust. To his credit, Havoc held still for most of it even though his body was trembling like crazy; Roy could even feel the muscles surrounding his fingers spasm pleasantly every time he moved. Smirking happily, he decided that Havoc would be well rewarded for finally learning to listen to orders and as his grin widened he chuckled darkly; he knew he would enjoy dishing out the reward as well.
In his mind, Jean’s cock was screeching for attention, making sure that the poor man never forgot for a second that his tender and needy member had been ignored for most of the night. Jean would have given anything to calm it down and give it the attention it needed, but with his hands restrained as they were and the Colonel’s occupied elsewhere, he knew it wasn’t going to happen as soon as he’d like and so he tried to ignore it, focusing more on the exquisite sensations of Roy’s fingers (Three now, but when the hell did that happen?) in him.
Finally he felt Roy’s hand withdraw from him and his body suddenly filled with rampant flashes of mixed anguish and ecstasy; he knew what came next. Sure enough, he heard his lover groan softly as he finally freed his cock from his own pants and that in turn made Havoc groan as well; Roy wasn’t huge, but he was satisfying, and Havoc’s body could never get enough of the gloriously full feeling Roy gave him when he was seated firmly in his ass.
Again, Havoc heard another sound escape Roy’s lips, this one a hiss. He knew what caused that one as well and as though on cue, an image flooded his head, mirroring almost exactly what was going on behind him; Roy’s hands stroking his own cock, covering his hard erection in the cold lube, fingers whisking deliciously over head and shaft to give himself some pleasure before moving on to use Havoc for the same purpose.
Whimpering now, Havoc couldn’t help but to push his hips back a little more, wanting to feel that cock buried deep in him. For a fleeting moment, the second after he moved, he cringed and cursed in his head, thinking that Roy would punish him for moving without orders, but that worry was belied almost as soon as it flashed into being. Roy had groaned in his throat and wrapped one sticky hand around Havoc’s hip and in one more brief, but painfully long, moment had the head of his cock pressed tight against Jean’s entrance.
Now that Jean could feel his commander’s erection throbbing against the tender skin of his backside his own grew even more insistent. (Even though Havoc would have sworn that was impossible.) Mewling in his throat without even realizing it, Havoc clenched and unclenched his hands, tugging a little against the restraints on them as he did. He was chanting in his head, over and over, please, Roy, please just do it, you’ve had your fun, you did your teasing, I need you, ple- “Fuck!”
Roy smirked, the head of his cock now resting just inside Havoc as he drank in the sounds of Havoc’s surprised yelp. (He loved making Jean say dirty things, but then again who doesn’t like getting those kinds of words out of their lover?) His hands tight on the man’s hips now, Roy forced himself to remain in control even though he wanted so badly to just sink himself the rest of the way into Havoc. Slowly and purring a little as he does, he starts to pull Jean back onto him, not letting him thrust like he knows he wants to but instead guiding him back just a few centimeters at a time.
Havoc had finally lost it and was desperately trying to force himself farther back onto Roy, but without the leverage of his own hands and Roy’s grip on his hips as tight as it was, he wasn’t having any luck at all. Whimper after groan after whine were rapidly being pulled from his throat to flood the room with wild abandon, neither man having the energy or focus to try to keep them silent.
Taking great pleasure from the feeling of Havoc’s warm, throbbing body around his cock and even greater pleasure from the sights and sounds of the desperate man, Mustang finally seated himself in Havoc, sunk into him to the hilt, groaning as his dick pulsed in the tight warmth surrounding him. As he wrapped his left arm around Havoc’s waist, keeping the younger man pulled tight against him, he finally allowed his other hand to slide over Havoc’s hip and down just a touch, taking his cock in a firm grip.
Moaning almost nonstop, Roy’s name constantly leaving his lips in a great variety of garbled forms, Havoc bucked hard against the man buried in him, thrusting back onto his cock and then pushing forward into his hand, groaning out over and over as he does, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck…!”
Roy was of much the same mindset; now that he was in Jean and his engorged cock was positively screaming with pleasure, he didn’t really have the mental capacity to think of anything else. Rocking in time with his subordinate, Mustang thrust against him hard, pushing him into the shelving unit every time as he pumped his cock just as fast.
Havoc groaned, every nerve in his body coursing with pleasure as he allowed Roy to fuck him into oblivion. (Just the way they both liked it.) When Roy’s warm, wet mouth suddenly came in contact with his ear and bit down just as his free hand came up to pinch and twist his nipple hard, Havoc yelped and moaned, feeling both sensations shoot straight down into his crotch. Bucking hard against Roy’s cock and his hand, it was all Jean could do to breathe; everything else was that overwhelming.
A bit more composed than his blonde haired cohort, Roy managed to keep in control of what was going on, but not by much. He was lost in complete and total rapture, the feeling of Havoc surrounding his pulsing cock mixed with that of him bucking against the ensnaring grip Roy had on him and moaning was enough to bring him close and make him desperate for release as well. He kept working Havoc hard, so caught up in every sensation coursing through his senses.
Havoc was right on the edge in just a minute or two, Roy’s ministrations doing wonder upon wonder for him, and he knew that in just a few more moments he’d go over. Suddenly Roy angled himself just right and Havoc literally screamed, the brush against his prostate sending his whole body into spasms as he came, blackness filling his sight as he spilt out over his stomach, Roy’s hand, and the shelving, covering much of all three surfaces with the sticky white substance.
Roy groaned, deep and guttural in Havoc’s ear, and kept pumping, knowing it wouldn’t take much more for him to finish either. His grip on Havoc firm, he groaned and then yelped slightly when Havoc suddenly clenched even tighter around his cock; that movement finally did it for Roy and he swore, biting down on Jean’s shoulder as he exploded deep inside him.
Jean moaned once more, the sound resonating out through his hazy, post-orgasmic mind, as Roy came in him and half collapsed against his back. Both men rested like that for a minute, Mustang’s chest warm and comforting against Jean’s back as Roy drew comfort from the feeling of his lover encircled rather protectively in his arms. After a long few minutes Roy finally forced himself to pull out of Havoc and couldn’t help but to smirk as he watched a little of his come leak out to stain Havoc’s thighs.
Leaving his still captive lover to rest as he put himself away, Roy smiled as he took Havoc in; every time they were together it was something new and always exciting. Finally, once he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his jacket, he placed a soft kiss to Havoc’s lips as he activated his array again, making the metal pull away from his wrists so he could redress himself as well. Smirking a little more to himself, he didn’t mould the metal back into the shelf, but rather left it in the shape of two cuffs; let the next person who came in here feast on what that might mean rather than think about their empty stomachs.
A/N: This is my first explicit yaoi fic. This is also my first yaoi fic, to be honest. Ok, so actually, this is my first ever explicit fic too. Comments and constructive criticism are love, and they really help me to write more. Please?