Fic - When the Cat's Away
When the Cat’s Away
Author - Cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - all rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Rating -R for nudity
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers - up to vol. 15 and the reveal of where Roy learned his alchemy
Summary - What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him
Author’s Note - This was written for fma_ihop’s anonymous kink meme for the prompt Mangaverse Roy/Riza, "a little rebellion". Papa Hawkeye's away for the night and so teenage Roy and Riza sneak into his study ... and the drinks cabinet. What they get up to is up to you - but remember that canonically speaking, he can't find out about her tattoo yet! Bring the funny and I will love you, anon.
I was reminded tonight i had forgotten to post this.
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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Roy fretted, scrutinizing the door to his Master's private study. "He doesn't want me in there. Master Hawkeye was very clear about that."
Riza's lips quirked up. "Haven't you ever wanted to know what he has locked up in here?"
"Of course, but he will kill me." Roy meant every word. His master was an intense, more than occasionally frightening man but naturally, his only child didn't see him that way. Riza was determined to enlist Roy in her little rebellion and break into Hawkeye's study. She was going to be the death of him. Roy studied Riza. She had a sweet face and those big innocent eyes then he let his gaze fall to those marvelous breasts and her long luscious legs; it would be a good death Roy decided. "Do you have a key?"
"A smart alchemist like you can't get past a locked door?" She smiled, challenge in those pretty eyes.
Roy dug his ever-present pad out of his pocket and drew an array his master didn't know he knew. An eye-like opening formed in the door and Roy helped Riza through. Her hands were strong yet soft. She smelled faintly of lilac. Roy found it enticing. His eyes eagerly scanned the inner sanctum and found it…prosaic. A thread of disappointment wormed through him. Somehow, Roy expected all the alchemic secrets, like the one to fire, to be in this room and, maybe it could be, but all he saw was a large desk with papers scattered on it, a chess table, a cabinet and a few books with gold-embossed spines, obviously not some secret alchemy journal.
"Hmm, not what I was expecting," Riza said, going over to the bookcase.
"Me either. I was thinking it would be grander." Scowling, Roy sat at the desk and rifled through the papers. Most of it was nothing more interesting than old newspapers and a shopping list that Hawkeye was likely to hand to Roy any day. Encouraged that the drawers weren't locked, Roy started poking around. "Find anything?"
"Mostly these are my Mom's books. She loved mysteries," Riza said, taking one and curling up in a leather chair. Roy liked how she folded her legs up under her. "How about you?"
"Nothing yet," Roy said, rooting around. Where in the world could Hawkeye have hidden his secret journal? Certainly not in this desk drawer. Finding some stiff paper wedged in the back, Roy worked them loose only to find himself holding a handful of Creatan Courtesan cards. Oh, he had heard of the naughty postcards that country had made famous decades ago but he never thought he'd see any, let alone in his Master's desk. Feathers and balloons did nothing to hide the women's nudity, highlighting it instead. Roy's body appreciated him finding the cards.
"What do you have there?" Riza peered over her book at him.
Roy shoved the provocative cards back in the drawer, slamming it shut while trying to push his chair under the desk more so Riza wouldn't notice the beginnings of a tent in his trousers. He caught his finger in the drawer, clamping down against the curse that wanted to escape. Still, it was worth the throbbing finger to not let her see her father's…um, recreational choices. "Nothing interesting." Roy pulled open another drawer, making a production of going through it. Slamming his finger at least killed his burgeoning erection, which was a good thing. Master Hawkeye promised to turn Roy's cock into an overdone sausage if it ever came anywhere near Riza and Roy believed him.
A complete search of the desk revealed nothing more interesting than the postcards. Riza seemed lost in the book and Roy didn't even know why she had manipulated him into opening up the study. Giving up on the desk and understanding women, Roy decided to save Mrs. Hawkeye's books for last and headed for the cabinet. His eyes lit up when he pulled the dark wood doors open. Inside was a beautiful crystal set of glasses, some for wine, some for whiskey and everything in between. Bottles of wine were in the lower drawers and whiskey and other more mysterious drinks in the upper ones.
"I was timing you to see how long it took before you found Daddy's alcohol." Riza grinned.
Roy turned to her, huffing. "If you knew it was here, why didn't you just say 'Hey, Roy, Dad's away for the day, let's raid his booze?'"
Riza put the book in her lap. "Where's the fun in that?"
Roy didn't voice his opinions on that statement since he had seen how well she handled her rifle in Chillingham Academy's penthalon, though he never understood why she always wore a shirt for the swimming portion since it only slowed her down. Also, her fencing skills in that same competition scared the hell out of him. "So, shall we? Which should we take? I don't want the Master to know we stole some."
"Whiskey smells bad. It can't possibly taste good." Riza wrinkled her nose. "Looks like he has plenty of wine. Let's try that."
It took Roy more tries with the corkscrew than he wanted. Riza had to think he was a total idiot but eventually he got it open and poured them each a glass. Then another and another until he was busy uncorking the next bottle. His whole body felt warm and loose. Riza's cheeks had picked up a pretty blush and the way she sat on his lap in that big leather chair in front of the bookcase was the most amazing feeling.
Riza squirmed around to look at him - an even more amazing feeling - giggling. "Your nose is red."
"Is it?" Roy rubbed it. "So is yours."
"We should do something," Riza said, slithering off his lap.
Roy groaned partly in disappointment and partly in relief since having her in his lap was way too tempting and he just knew his master would find out if he tried to sleep with Riza. "Like what?" He got up and the room rolled and pitched. Maybe a little more wine would help with the dizziness but he didn't want to steal a third bottle. He was already thinking about how to not get blamed for this. Roy wondered if Master Hawkeye would believe he forgot to lock the door and the cat got in, knocking a few bottles over breaking them.
Her arms crossed ever so casually under her bust, Riza gave him a look that suggested she wasn't quite as innocent as he thought. "We could play truth or dare."
"But there's only two of us," Roy said. "And I already tell you everything anyhow."
Wobbly, Riza sat down at the chess table. "Liar. You wouldn't tell me if you liked me. You're afraid of Daddy."
"True," Roy admitted easily. "And I do like you. Do you really think I'm a brat?"
"I didn't say I wanted truth," she pouted. "And yes but mostly I don't mind it. Are you a virgin?"
Roy's dropped. "Riza, I think I'll take dare."
"Okay, why don't you try to jump from Dead Man's Rock into Blackstone Lake? It's only a short walk from here."
"Because I want to live." Roy sat across from her at the table. "And no, I'm not but I didn't really want you to know. I wasn't sure how'd you feel about it."
"I didn't really think you were a virgin," she said but he thought maybe she was a touch disappointed.
"Are you?" he asked, wincing as the words slipped out. That wasn't something you asked a woman.
"You're right, this game is no fun when there's just two of us," she said, getting back up. He thought he heard her mumble, 'yes, I am,' as she stared at the floor and it intrigued him. The idea he could be her first was overwhelming. He would make it better for her than it had been for him. Seeming to find what she was looking for, Riza pulled a little tab on the table and flipped the top to make it a mini card table. Sliding the top open, she pulled out a deck of cards. "How about strip poker?"
"Again, only two of us," he pointed out, trying not to look overeager.
"All the more likely one of us will end up naked," she replied.
In the back of his mind, Roy heard the little voice saying 'don't trust her smile,' but the wine in his belly drowned it out. He leered at her wonderful bust line again. "Sure, you deal first."
Seeing two pair, granted a low pair but still, Roy fought to suppress a smile. He easily beat Riza's pair of Jacks. His smile flipped upside down when all she took off was her necklace. "Hey, that's cheating?"
"How? I was wearing it, was I not?" She arched an eyebrow at him.
"You could have at least taken off a stocking," he grumbled.
"In your drunken state? Where would that lead to?" Riza laughed.
"Look who's talking, Little Miss Wine Guzzler. Fine, the necklace is legitimate," he said, anticipating seeing what came off her next.
Several hands later, Roy sat cold and bewildered how he could have possibly lost every hand since. "You're cheating!"
"Prove it, apprentice." Smirking, Riza laid out a full house.
Groaning, Roy threw his cards onto the table. "Cheat."
"Let's get those boxers off, boy, and no shimmying them down under the table. I want to be able to see you." She sat back, fully clothed, watching him intently.
Taking a deep breath, Roy stood up, realizing he was still very pleasantly drunk. "I'm a gracious loser and I have nothing to be ashamed of."
Roy yanked his boxers down and kicked them aside. Raising his hands overhead, he slowly twirled around to Riza's whistling. Finally, he stopped facing her dead on, hands on his hips. "Happy now? What can I do for the winner?"
Riza giggled, pointing. "Is that what they're supposed to look like?"
A horrified flush rose from his chest up to his forehead as a protective hand shielded his penis. "YES! It's perfect." Taking it in hand, Roy showed his shaft off. "You won't see too many this fine!" he sulked.
"I'd have to play strip poker with half the town boys to prove that," she said speculatively.
"You don't need to go looking at a bunch of hamburger when you already have prime rib right here," he protested, giving it a little stroke.
"If you say so. I just assumed they wouldn't look so…silly." Riza shrugged.
Roy scowled. This wasn't going quite how he envisioned. "Now you've just made him sad."
Unfurling from her chair, Riza sauntered over to him, giving Roy hopes this might turn around. She ran a hand over his cheek. "What can I do to make him happy again?"
"It would help if I could kiss you."
"I'm not stopping you," she whispered.
Roy brushed his lips to hers then went for a deeper kiss. As his tongue pressed in, sweeping through her mouth, he was delighted to find she tasted sweet like wine. Riza kissed him back hard then tilted her head back a bit, giving him access to the long line of her neck. Roy kissed and licked his way down it, nuzzling into her shirt, opening a button with his lips and teeth. All of Master Hawkeye's threats were forgotten.
Riza moaned his name as his mouth sealed over her bra-covered nipple, sucking it through the lacy cloth. Her hand brushed over the insulted, yet still highly responsive, part of him. Her touch wasn't sensual, more like curious as if she was trying to get the lay of the land. All he could think about was what would be better? The thick rug on the floor or the top of the master's desk.
Suddenly, Riza froze, pulling away from him. He was disappointed that all he could see was the top of her breast and nothing more in the way of bare flesh. He'd have to rectify that. "Do you hear that?"
"Huh?"
"Listen!" she demanded.
Roy hushed and then he heard the familiar, characteristic creak of Hawkeye's carriage. Chestnut, the ill-tempered gelding who pulled it, whinnied loudly. "You said your dad wasn’t coming home until tomorrow!" His voice came out as a squeak.
"He wasn’t supposed to. He's going to kill us!"
Without needing any encouraging, they flew around the room setting it to rights. Riza retipped the table over while Roy alchemized the glasses clean and put them into the cabinet. She grabbed the two wine bottles and Roy scooped his clothing up on the run. He nearly dropped them as he staggered out of the hole he had made in the door.
"In the pocket, Riza, dig out that array!" he ordered, barely calming his mind enough to even remember how the array worked. Could he even do this drunk?
She handed him the paper with the array on it. Roy fixed the door and they both dashed up the stairs. His pride stung a little as he made his bare-assed run down the hall, his cock flopping back and forth against his thighs. The last thing Roy heard Riza say was 'boys look really funny running naked' before he slammed his bedroom door shut. Shaking, he tried to dress just in case his master called for him. He was pretty sure they had gotten upstairs before Hawkeye even had the carriage stabled. They should be safe. Roy could withstand the punishment of breaking into Hawkeye's study and drinking his wine. However, he was very attached to his silly-looking thing and he wasn't going to lose it to a fiery death for any girl no matter how nuts she made him. Still, Roy wished Riza had just been a little less lucky at poker.
Author's note - Sorry it wasn't more funny. I had hoped to do more humor but it wasn't where this story wanted to go.
Author - Cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - all rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Rating -R for nudity
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers - up to vol. 15 and the reveal of where Roy learned his alchemy
Summary - What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him
Author’s Note - This was written for fma_ihop’s anonymous kink meme for the prompt Mangaverse Roy/Riza, "a little rebellion". Papa Hawkeye's away for the night and so teenage Roy and Riza sneak into his study ... and the drinks cabinet. What they get up to is up to you - but remember that canonically speaking, he can't find out about her tattoo yet! Bring the funny and I will love you, anon.
I was reminded tonight i had forgotten to post this.
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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Roy fretted, scrutinizing the door to his Master's private study. "He doesn't want me in there. Master Hawkeye was very clear about that."
Riza's lips quirked up. "Haven't you ever wanted to know what he has locked up in here?"
"Of course, but he will kill me." Roy meant every word. His master was an intense, more than occasionally frightening man but naturally, his only child didn't see him that way. Riza was determined to enlist Roy in her little rebellion and break into Hawkeye's study. She was going to be the death of him. Roy studied Riza. She had a sweet face and those big innocent eyes then he let his gaze fall to those marvelous breasts and her long luscious legs; it would be a good death Roy decided. "Do you have a key?"
"A smart alchemist like you can't get past a locked door?" She smiled, challenge in those pretty eyes.
Roy dug his ever-present pad out of his pocket and drew an array his master didn't know he knew. An eye-like opening formed in the door and Roy helped Riza through. Her hands were strong yet soft. She smelled faintly of lilac. Roy found it enticing. His eyes eagerly scanned the inner sanctum and found it…prosaic. A thread of disappointment wormed through him. Somehow, Roy expected all the alchemic secrets, like the one to fire, to be in this room and, maybe it could be, but all he saw was a large desk with papers scattered on it, a chess table, a cabinet and a few books with gold-embossed spines, obviously not some secret alchemy journal.
"Hmm, not what I was expecting," Riza said, going over to the bookcase.
"Me either. I was thinking it would be grander." Scowling, Roy sat at the desk and rifled through the papers. Most of it was nothing more interesting than old newspapers and a shopping list that Hawkeye was likely to hand to Roy any day. Encouraged that the drawers weren't locked, Roy started poking around. "Find anything?"
"Mostly these are my Mom's books. She loved mysteries," Riza said, taking one and curling up in a leather chair. Roy liked how she folded her legs up under her. "How about you?"
"Nothing yet," Roy said, rooting around. Where in the world could Hawkeye have hidden his secret journal? Certainly not in this desk drawer. Finding some stiff paper wedged in the back, Roy worked them loose only to find himself holding a handful of Creatan Courtesan cards. Oh, he had heard of the naughty postcards that country had made famous decades ago but he never thought he'd see any, let alone in his Master's desk. Feathers and balloons did nothing to hide the women's nudity, highlighting it instead. Roy's body appreciated him finding the cards.
"What do you have there?" Riza peered over her book at him.
Roy shoved the provocative cards back in the drawer, slamming it shut while trying to push his chair under the desk more so Riza wouldn't notice the beginnings of a tent in his trousers. He caught his finger in the drawer, clamping down against the curse that wanted to escape. Still, it was worth the throbbing finger to not let her see her father's…um, recreational choices. "Nothing interesting." Roy pulled open another drawer, making a production of going through it. Slamming his finger at least killed his burgeoning erection, which was a good thing. Master Hawkeye promised to turn Roy's cock into an overdone sausage if it ever came anywhere near Riza and Roy believed him.
A complete search of the desk revealed nothing more interesting than the postcards. Riza seemed lost in the book and Roy didn't even know why she had manipulated him into opening up the study. Giving up on the desk and understanding women, Roy decided to save Mrs. Hawkeye's books for last and headed for the cabinet. His eyes lit up when he pulled the dark wood doors open. Inside was a beautiful crystal set of glasses, some for wine, some for whiskey and everything in between. Bottles of wine were in the lower drawers and whiskey and other more mysterious drinks in the upper ones.
"I was timing you to see how long it took before you found Daddy's alcohol." Riza grinned.
Roy turned to her, huffing. "If you knew it was here, why didn't you just say 'Hey, Roy, Dad's away for the day, let's raid his booze?'"
Riza put the book in her lap. "Where's the fun in that?"
Roy didn't voice his opinions on that statement since he had seen how well she handled her rifle in Chillingham Academy's penthalon, though he never understood why she always wore a shirt for the swimming portion since it only slowed her down. Also, her fencing skills in that same competition scared the hell out of him. "So, shall we? Which should we take? I don't want the Master to know we stole some."
"Whiskey smells bad. It can't possibly taste good." Riza wrinkled her nose. "Looks like he has plenty of wine. Let's try that."
It took Roy more tries with the corkscrew than he wanted. Riza had to think he was a total idiot but eventually he got it open and poured them each a glass. Then another and another until he was busy uncorking the next bottle. His whole body felt warm and loose. Riza's cheeks had picked up a pretty blush and the way she sat on his lap in that big leather chair in front of the bookcase was the most amazing feeling.
Riza squirmed around to look at him - an even more amazing feeling - giggling. "Your nose is red."
"Is it?" Roy rubbed it. "So is yours."
"We should do something," Riza said, slithering off his lap.
Roy groaned partly in disappointment and partly in relief since having her in his lap was way too tempting and he just knew his master would find out if he tried to sleep with Riza. "Like what?" He got up and the room rolled and pitched. Maybe a little more wine would help with the dizziness but he didn't want to steal a third bottle. He was already thinking about how to not get blamed for this. Roy wondered if Master Hawkeye would believe he forgot to lock the door and the cat got in, knocking a few bottles over breaking them.
Her arms crossed ever so casually under her bust, Riza gave him a look that suggested she wasn't quite as innocent as he thought. "We could play truth or dare."
"But there's only two of us," Roy said. "And I already tell you everything anyhow."
Wobbly, Riza sat down at the chess table. "Liar. You wouldn't tell me if you liked me. You're afraid of Daddy."
"True," Roy admitted easily. "And I do like you. Do you really think I'm a brat?"
"I didn't say I wanted truth," she pouted. "And yes but mostly I don't mind it. Are you a virgin?"
Roy's dropped. "Riza, I think I'll take dare."
"Okay, why don't you try to jump from Dead Man's Rock into Blackstone Lake? It's only a short walk from here."
"Because I want to live." Roy sat across from her at the table. "And no, I'm not but I didn't really want you to know. I wasn't sure how'd you feel about it."
"I didn't really think you were a virgin," she said but he thought maybe she was a touch disappointed.
"Are you?" he asked, wincing as the words slipped out. That wasn't something you asked a woman.
"You're right, this game is no fun when there's just two of us," she said, getting back up. He thought he heard her mumble, 'yes, I am,' as she stared at the floor and it intrigued him. The idea he could be her first was overwhelming. He would make it better for her than it had been for him. Seeming to find what she was looking for, Riza pulled a little tab on the table and flipped the top to make it a mini card table. Sliding the top open, she pulled out a deck of cards. "How about strip poker?"
"Again, only two of us," he pointed out, trying not to look overeager.
"All the more likely one of us will end up naked," she replied.
In the back of his mind, Roy heard the little voice saying 'don't trust her smile,' but the wine in his belly drowned it out. He leered at her wonderful bust line again. "Sure, you deal first."
Seeing two pair, granted a low pair but still, Roy fought to suppress a smile. He easily beat Riza's pair of Jacks. His smile flipped upside down when all she took off was her necklace. "Hey, that's cheating?"
"How? I was wearing it, was I not?" She arched an eyebrow at him.
"You could have at least taken off a stocking," he grumbled.
"In your drunken state? Where would that lead to?" Riza laughed.
"Look who's talking, Little Miss Wine Guzzler. Fine, the necklace is legitimate," he said, anticipating seeing what came off her next.
Several hands later, Roy sat cold and bewildered how he could have possibly lost every hand since. "You're cheating!"
"Prove it, apprentice." Smirking, Riza laid out a full house.
Groaning, Roy threw his cards onto the table. "Cheat."
"Let's get those boxers off, boy, and no shimmying them down under the table. I want to be able to see you." She sat back, fully clothed, watching him intently.
Taking a deep breath, Roy stood up, realizing he was still very pleasantly drunk. "I'm a gracious loser and I have nothing to be ashamed of."
Roy yanked his boxers down and kicked them aside. Raising his hands overhead, he slowly twirled around to Riza's whistling. Finally, he stopped facing her dead on, hands on his hips. "Happy now? What can I do for the winner?"
Riza giggled, pointing. "Is that what they're supposed to look like?"
A horrified flush rose from his chest up to his forehead as a protective hand shielded his penis. "YES! It's perfect." Taking it in hand, Roy showed his shaft off. "You won't see too many this fine!" he sulked.
"I'd have to play strip poker with half the town boys to prove that," she said speculatively.
"You don't need to go looking at a bunch of hamburger when you already have prime rib right here," he protested, giving it a little stroke.
"If you say so. I just assumed they wouldn't look so…silly." Riza shrugged.
Roy scowled. This wasn't going quite how he envisioned. "Now you've just made him sad."
Unfurling from her chair, Riza sauntered over to him, giving Roy hopes this might turn around. She ran a hand over his cheek. "What can I do to make him happy again?"
"It would help if I could kiss you."
"I'm not stopping you," she whispered.
Roy brushed his lips to hers then went for a deeper kiss. As his tongue pressed in, sweeping through her mouth, he was delighted to find she tasted sweet like wine. Riza kissed him back hard then tilted her head back a bit, giving him access to the long line of her neck. Roy kissed and licked his way down it, nuzzling into her shirt, opening a button with his lips and teeth. All of Master Hawkeye's threats were forgotten.
Riza moaned his name as his mouth sealed over her bra-covered nipple, sucking it through the lacy cloth. Her hand brushed over the insulted, yet still highly responsive, part of him. Her touch wasn't sensual, more like curious as if she was trying to get the lay of the land. All he could think about was what would be better? The thick rug on the floor or the top of the master's desk.
Suddenly, Riza froze, pulling away from him. He was disappointed that all he could see was the top of her breast and nothing more in the way of bare flesh. He'd have to rectify that. "Do you hear that?"
"Huh?"
"Listen!" she demanded.
Roy hushed and then he heard the familiar, characteristic creak of Hawkeye's carriage. Chestnut, the ill-tempered gelding who pulled it, whinnied loudly. "You said your dad wasn’t coming home until tomorrow!" His voice came out as a squeak.
"He wasn’t supposed to. He's going to kill us!"
Without needing any encouraging, they flew around the room setting it to rights. Riza retipped the table over while Roy alchemized the glasses clean and put them into the cabinet. She grabbed the two wine bottles and Roy scooped his clothing up on the run. He nearly dropped them as he staggered out of the hole he had made in the door.
"In the pocket, Riza, dig out that array!" he ordered, barely calming his mind enough to even remember how the array worked. Could he even do this drunk?
She handed him the paper with the array on it. Roy fixed the door and they both dashed up the stairs. His pride stung a little as he made his bare-assed run down the hall, his cock flopping back and forth against his thighs. The last thing Roy heard Riza say was 'boys look really funny running naked' before he slammed his bedroom door shut. Shaking, he tried to dress just in case his master called for him. He was pretty sure they had gotten upstairs before Hawkeye even had the carriage stabled. They should be safe. Roy could withstand the punishment of breaking into Hawkeye's study and drinking his wine. However, he was very attached to his silly-looking thing and he wasn't going to lose it to a fiery death for any girl no matter how nuts she made him. Still, Roy wished Riza had just been a little less lucky at poker.
Author's note - Sorry it wasn't more funny. I had hoped to do more humor but it wasn't where this story wanted to go.