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Title: ABC Kink - "T for Tentacles"
Author/Artist:

raja815
Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1527
Warnings: Sexual use of alchemy. Tentacles.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.

for “Tentacles"

“You’re out of lube,” Havoc announced, displaying the shriveled aluminum tube he’d retrieved from the bathroom cupboard. “Got any lotion or anything? That or start spitting.”

“No need for that,” Mustang replied, smirking up at Havoc from his bed. "Fill up my shaving bowl with some water, and I’ll show you a trick.”

Roy heard the clink of porcelain and the gush of the tap, and then Havoc came in, holding the bowl before out him like a serving maid. He looked a bit wary. “What kind of trick?”

“Oh, just an everyday sort of trick. But a useful one.” Roy slid the drawer in his bedside table open rummaged until he found a small piece of colored chalk. “Put it on the bed.”

The bowl left a wet ring of darker blue on the sheets when Havoc set it down, and Roy slid his finger around the rim to wipe away the stray droplets. Once the rim was relatively dry, he began to trace over it with the chalk.

While he worked, Havoc slid out of his boxers and settled himself next to Roy in bed. He lit a cigarette and took a long, slow drag, with Roy watching him out of the corner of his eye. Havoc looked as good in his military uniform as anyone could, but even so, it didn’t do him justice. Even the little motions of smoking—moving the cigarette from his mouth to exhale, tapping the ashes, running his fingers through his hair as he sighed and relaxed—were striking when he performed them nude. It was a very good incentive, and Roy finished his drawing as quickly as he could.

“All right," Roy said a moment later, laying the chalk aside. He took Havoc’s cigarette out of his hand, ignoring a whine of protest, and shook it over the bowl. Once a few crumbs of ash were floating listlessly on the water, he dropped the smoldering butt into the ashtray.

"Ready?"

"Go on and amaze me."

Roy closed his eyes, slid his fingers together, picturing the happily married bonds of hydrogen and oxygen before him. When he clasped the bowl, he pictured them breaking apart. The bowl flashed blue, and he moved the elements back together, adding the carbon from the ashes, restructuring, rebuilding, recreating. The liquid swirled and moved when he did so, bubbling outward into tubes of fluid as its very chemistry rewrote itself, but when the light died away, it stilled and looked much as it had.

“Was that the trick?” Havoc said.

“Touch it,” Roy invited. He took Havoc’s hand and placed it into the bowl. His fingers came up covered in a thick, warm gel, pleasantly slick when he rubbed them together.

“You’re so handy,” Havoc said, grinning. He kissed him, and slid his fingers back down into the bowl, swirling the gel around.

“Thank you, Havoc. Now, lie down. I’ve been waiting for you all week.”

Havoc smiled, but didn’t look up from the bowl. “You know,” he said, sliding his fingers together and watching the smooth way they glided against each other, “I hardly ever see you do any alchemy except for your flame techniques.”

“No, I suppose not,” Roy shrugged. “I don’t do it very often.”

“Why?”

“Oh, any number of little reasons. There’s usually no need. My teacher used to say, ‘alchemy’s no parlor trick, so don’t you treat it like one.’ Things like that.” He leaned in and kissed Havoc’s shoulder. “He’d be appalled if he knew I was just using his lessons to impress you into fucking me.”

“Really? Did he teach you this?” He indicated the oily substance coating his fingers, and Roy nodded.

“That’s a beginner’s exercise. It helps refine technique. He used to make me drill over and over. Carbon can take on a variety of forms, depending on how it bonds, and the water helps you see them. He’d make me keep the solution in the final stage of transmutation as long as I could—the stage where you restructure the makeup of your substances—and take it through all the different kinds of bonds. Exhausting. But good practice; its the alchemists who put in that kind of training that create really refined transmutations.”

“Is that why is went into those weird columns when you changed it?”

“Yes, that’s why.” Roy smirked and gave Havoc a tight squeeze. “I'm sorry; this was meant to be a exciting evening, not a lecture class."

"I asked. I like hearing about your alchemy."

"Really? I never knew you were so interested."

“I am.” Havoc took Roy’s hand and began to play with his fingers, smearing them with the oil. “Before I met you, I’d never seen any alchemy at all, except for a man who came through my ma’s general store when I was a kid. He fixed some things as barter for some food. It's just not common at all, where I'm from, the way it is in the cities.” He closed Roy’s fingers around his own thumb, and opened them again, looking suddenly rather shy. “I thought it looked like magic, the way you made your fires.”

Roy’s palms tingled as Havoc touched him, like a shadow of the alchemic reaction itself, and he had a sudden flash of inspiration. He pressed Havoc’s hand backward.

“Care to try something?” He asked, and when he felt no resistence he slid Havoc’s hand into the bowl, submerging it under the fluid. He placed the bowl itself onto Havoc’s leg, cradling it in the crook of his thigh.

“What are you going to do?”

Roy pressed his own hands back together. Invisioned the bond of carbon, hydrogen, and water. Focused his attention on the carbon.

“Something fun,” he said finally. “Trust me.” He touched the array again.

Light exploded up as he began to manipulate the mixture. He took the bonds of carbon back apart, and the gel, glowing faintly, swirled and threatened to collapse back into a splash of ordinary water. But before it could, he began to rebuild it. The carbon's bonds stretched outward, pulling the liquid into quivering tendrils, and he stretched them, longer and longer, until they began to move, rising out of the bowl like steam. It looked like some kind of jellyfish dregged up from the bottom of the ocean, wavering and rippling, sending its tentacles upwards. They weren’t really moving themselves, of course; it was the constant breaking down and restructuring of the elements that Roy was performing that gave the illusion of locomotion, as if the bowl of liquid had suddenly come to life.

Havoc was watching this with rapt attention, when he felt a sudden warm, wet tickle against his wrist. He gasped. Roy was moving the tentacles of gel up his arms.

He went to pull away from the bizarre sight, but stopped just as suddenly as he'd started. The warm, slick tickling of the liquid, he realized, was surprisingly pleasant. Their warmth was soothing, their motion faintly ticklish, putting him in mind of the way it felt when Roy licked the sensitive skin on his neck. More than that, they seemed to buzz faintly with the energy of the transmutation, feeling like they had been electrified with a low grade current. Exotic, strange, but certainly not unpleasant. His whole skin broke out into goose bumps.

“Roy,” he whispered, as the first coil slipped over his arm and began to brush over his chest. “How are you doing this?”

“Shh,” Roy said. His jaw was set, and a trickle of sweat glimmered at his temple. “I have to concentrate.”

The liquid appendages slid further, stretching themselves longer and longer until only the faintest dribble of fluid connected the liquid to Roy’s array on the bowl. He stared down at them, glowing all over him, in stunned disbelief. They were all over him, his face, chest, arms, legs, stimulating every area of skin at once with their vibrations and their warmth. Finally Havoc had to close his eyes, half out of confusion at the strange sight of liquid made mobile, half out of sudden, intense pleasure. He tried to dissect the feelings at first; the liquid tickling his chest, flicking over his nipples, making them hard, the tiny tentacles brushing over his cheeks and eyelids, feeling like tears with their gentle wetness. One went lower, running down his stomach through his abs, made faster with the help of gravity, and then pooled around his cock. Once that happened he simply let the feelings run together. He moaned, aware of every inch of his skin trembling in pleasure.

Roy flicked his eyes up for as long as he dared, wanting to see the results. He had enough time to take in Havoc, panting and beginning to shudder, encased in the alchemic glow of his reaction, before his concentration broke and the tentacles dissolved into static liquid, leaving Havoc wet, hard, and ready for Roy himself to lean in and take over.