Fic - "Ten Times Better"
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rajTitle: Ten Times Better
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raja815
Pairing/Fandom:Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Word Count: 10 hundred-word drabbles
Warnings Spoilers for chapter 38 of the manga, sexual content
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
galuxkitty and I prompted each other to come up with these drabbles, so be sure to check out her corresponding ten here. :D On that note, these are all dedicated to her. Hope you like reading them as much as I liked writing them.
1. “Spectrum”
Blue.
His eyes were blue, staring back at Roy and half-lidded with desire.
Green.
That was his quilt, clutched between Roy’s shaking fingers.
Yellow.
Jean’s hair, as blond on the rest of his body as it was on his head.
Orange.
The setting sun stained their naked bodies in stripes through the hastily shut blinds, as vivid as the fire he controlled.
Red.
Jean’s cheeks flushed as Roy slid into him, but it didn’t stop his whispers of “yes, please, yes.”
And the next morning the faint purple outline of a lovebite confirmed it hadn’t, for once, been only fantasy.
2. “On Top”
“But what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t hurt me. I’m a big boy, Jean, I can handle it.”
“Yeah, but that’s the problem, Sir. So am I.”
Roy snorted. “I assure you, Lieutenant, I can handle it. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m in for.” He smirked and gave the organ in question a gentle squeeze. “I can’t be on top all the time.”
“But you do it so well!”
“Thank you. Now, are you going to prep me, or shall I?”
“But… I really don’t want to hurt—”
“Shut up and fuck me, Jean.”
“Yes, Sir.”
3. “Redecorate”
He finally managed to unlock the door and the two stumbled into Roy’s apartment, kissing and groping and each already undressing the other. Jean’s shirt fell to the floor with a soft thump as Roy moved him toward the couch, joined a second later by a vase from the endtable crashing to the ground as Jean stumbled to pull Roy close.
“Shit, I’m sorry—” Jean started, moving to clean the porcelain shards, but Roy growled, thrusting Jean against the back of the couch and pinning his hands.
“I’ll buy a new one,” he whispered, and forced their mouths together again.
4. “The Great Outdoors”
The faces Roy had made while they’d been fucking in soft grass by the creek on Havoc’s family’s farm had been truly beautiful, and damned hot. The face he’d made when they’d napped under the willow afterward had been equally beautiful and peaceful.
The faces he made later during dinner were anything but; he winced, scowled, and squirmed until Jean worried and cornered Roy in the hall afterwards to ask what the problem was.
Roy scowled, refusing to say anything, until he finally mumbled; “I’ve got six mosquito bites on my penis.”
Even his hefty punch didn’t stop Jean’s laugher.
5. “Going Home”
He’d waited a long time for this, and relished every moment, from buttoning his coat to the pen in his hand. He signed the release forms and was wheeled to the waiting car, and though he couldn’t feel Roy’s hand on his thigh during the ride, he knew it was there, and that made him grin.
He maneuvered his chair through Roy’s apartment, arrived in his bedroom grinning, and let Roy help undress him and lift him onto the bed.
Then there was the warm pressure of Roy atop him, the sweet whispers, licks, kisses, and finally—god, finally—he was home.
6. “Huge”
Roy’s lower jaw felt like it might have come unhinged. Sure, he’d head the rumors, and maybe even peeked a little once in the urinal, but his hand had mostly been in the way and—
Jean blushed. “It’s not that big, Sir.”
Roy tried to regain his composure to a degree. “I suppose… I mean…” He lost it again. “Good god, man, what did the women say?”
Jean blushed more furiously. “Well… I might’ve… exaggerated a bit… about how many people I’ve—”
Roy’s shock turned to a rather pleased smirk.
“No worries, Lieutenant.” He kissed him. “We’ll soon fix that.”
7. “With Friends Like These…”
Breda dropped the six-pack of beer he’d been carrying as his mouth fell open. A few bottles hit the tile in Havoc’s entryway and shattered.
Across the room on Havoc’s couch, his Colonel’s pale ass stopped moving, and Havoc’s face whirled into view, maroon with blush, forcing a grin.
“Oh… hey… man,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice casual.
Breda groaned, mentally recapping all the nights he’d crashed on that very couch.
“Second Lieutenant,” said the Colonel, his voice oddly calm. “I have every intention of finishing here. Make your plans accordingly.”
Breda bolted for the door.
8. “Not Sharing”
Jean groaned, his face contorted with desperation. Roy had been agonizingly slow all night, first stroking every inch of Jean’s body with his fingertips until Jean’s cock throbbed, then bathing his erection with feather-light licks, pausing every so often so suck—but so damn slowly—before returning to his teasing.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He brought his own hand up, to shoo Roy’s mouth away and end the torture once and for all with a few quick pumps, when he heard a soft, metallic click.
“Sorry, Jean,” Roy whispered, tossing the handcuff keys aside. “I’m afraid I don’t feel like sharing.”
9. “Discrete”
They were discrete. Despite the looks Hawkeye sometimes threw them that implied otherwise, they knew how to keep their secret.
But at night, they didn’t have to be so careful. Jean would meet Roy at his door, pull him inside and kiss like he was starving for it. Roy would moan and say Jean’s name, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. They’d writhe and gasp through their foreplay. It was only when Roy’s cock was brushing against his prostate that Jean bit into his pillow, holding back his cries of pleasure for the sake of keeping their secret.
10. “The Curtain Falls”
Jean had been enjoying his shower immensely right up to the point the curtain rod collapsed.
He stood stock still, staring at a rather sheepish Roy, who still held a corner of the shower curtain.
Jean sighed. “If you wanted in, you could’ve just said so.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Roy smirked, but stepped over the tangled mess of curtain and into the tub. He took the soap from Jean’s hand and began to lather up the man’s chest.
“We’re going to get water all over the floor,” Jean mused, eyes flickering closed.
Roy kissed him. “I don’t care.”
Author:
raja815Pairing/Fandom:Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Word Count: 10 hundred-word drabbles
Warnings Spoilers for chapter 38 of the manga, sexual content
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
galuxkitty and I prompted each other to come up with these drabbles, so be sure to check out her corresponding ten here. :D On that note, these are all dedicated to her. Hope you like reading them as much as I liked writing them. 1. “Spectrum”
Blue.
His eyes were blue, staring back at Roy and half-lidded with desire.
Green.
That was his quilt, clutched between Roy’s shaking fingers.
Yellow.
Jean’s hair, as blond on the rest of his body as it was on his head.
Orange.
The setting sun stained their naked bodies in stripes through the hastily shut blinds, as vivid as the fire he controlled.
Red.
Jean’s cheeks flushed as Roy slid into him, but it didn’t stop his whispers of “yes, please, yes.”
And the next morning the faint purple outline of a lovebite confirmed it hadn’t, for once, been only fantasy.
2. “On Top”
“But what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t hurt me. I’m a big boy, Jean, I can handle it.”
“Yeah, but that’s the problem, Sir. So am I.”
Roy snorted. “I assure you, Lieutenant, I can handle it. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m in for.” He smirked and gave the organ in question a gentle squeeze. “I can’t be on top all the time.”
“But you do it so well!”
“Thank you. Now, are you going to prep me, or shall I?”
“But… I really don’t want to hurt—”
“Shut up and fuck me, Jean.”
“Yes, Sir.”
3. “Redecorate”
He finally managed to unlock the door and the two stumbled into Roy’s apartment, kissing and groping and each already undressing the other. Jean’s shirt fell to the floor with a soft thump as Roy moved him toward the couch, joined a second later by a vase from the endtable crashing to the ground as Jean stumbled to pull Roy close.
“Shit, I’m sorry—” Jean started, moving to clean the porcelain shards, but Roy growled, thrusting Jean against the back of the couch and pinning his hands.
“I’ll buy a new one,” he whispered, and forced their mouths together again.
4. “The Great Outdoors”
The faces Roy had made while they’d been fucking in soft grass by the creek on Havoc’s family’s farm had been truly beautiful, and damned hot. The face he’d made when they’d napped under the willow afterward had been equally beautiful and peaceful.
The faces he made later during dinner were anything but; he winced, scowled, and squirmed until Jean worried and cornered Roy in the hall afterwards to ask what the problem was.
Roy scowled, refusing to say anything, until he finally mumbled; “I’ve got six mosquito bites on my penis.”
Even his hefty punch didn’t stop Jean’s laugher.
5. “Going Home”
He’d waited a long time for this, and relished every moment, from buttoning his coat to the pen in his hand. He signed the release forms and was wheeled to the waiting car, and though he couldn’t feel Roy’s hand on his thigh during the ride, he knew it was there, and that made him grin.
He maneuvered his chair through Roy’s apartment, arrived in his bedroom grinning, and let Roy help undress him and lift him onto the bed.
Then there was the warm pressure of Roy atop him, the sweet whispers, licks, kisses, and finally—god, finally—he was home.
6. “Huge”
Roy’s lower jaw felt like it might have come unhinged. Sure, he’d head the rumors, and maybe even peeked a little once in the urinal, but his hand had mostly been in the way and—
Jean blushed. “It’s not that big, Sir.”
Roy tried to regain his composure to a degree. “I suppose… I mean…” He lost it again. “Good god, man, what did the women say?”
Jean blushed more furiously. “Well… I might’ve… exaggerated a bit… about how many people I’ve—”
Roy’s shock turned to a rather pleased smirk.
“No worries, Lieutenant.” He kissed him. “We’ll soon fix that.”
7. “With Friends Like These…”
Breda dropped the six-pack of beer he’d been carrying as his mouth fell open. A few bottles hit the tile in Havoc’s entryway and shattered.
Across the room on Havoc’s couch, his Colonel’s pale ass stopped moving, and Havoc’s face whirled into view, maroon with blush, forcing a grin.
“Oh… hey… man,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice casual.
Breda groaned, mentally recapping all the nights he’d crashed on that very couch.
“Second Lieutenant,” said the Colonel, his voice oddly calm. “I have every intention of finishing here. Make your plans accordingly.”
Breda bolted for the door.
8. “Not Sharing”
Jean groaned, his face contorted with desperation. Roy had been agonizingly slow all night, first stroking every inch of Jean’s body with his fingertips until Jean’s cock throbbed, then bathing his erection with feather-light licks, pausing every so often so suck—but so damn slowly—before returning to his teasing.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He brought his own hand up, to shoo Roy’s mouth away and end the torture once and for all with a few quick pumps, when he heard a soft, metallic click.
“Sorry, Jean,” Roy whispered, tossing the handcuff keys aside. “I’m afraid I don’t feel like sharing.”
9. “Discrete”
They were discrete. Despite the looks Hawkeye sometimes threw them that implied otherwise, they knew how to keep their secret.
But at night, they didn’t have to be so careful. Jean would meet Roy at his door, pull him inside and kiss like he was starving for it. Roy would moan and say Jean’s name, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. They’d writhe and gasp through their foreplay. It was only when Roy’s cock was brushing against his prostate that Jean bit into his pillow, holding back his cries of pleasure for the sake of keeping their secret.
10. “The Curtain Falls”
Jean had been enjoying his shower immensely right up to the point the curtain rod collapsed.
He stood stock still, staring at a rather sheepish Roy, who still held a corner of the shower curtain.
Jean sighed. “If you wanted in, you could’ve just said so.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Roy smirked, but stepped over the tangled mess of curtain and into the tub. He took the soap from Jean’s hand and began to lather up the man’s chest.
“We’re going to get water all over the floor,” Jean mused, eyes flickering closed.
Roy kissed him. “I don’t care.”
