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Fic - "ABC Kink - U for Undinism"
Title: ABC Kink - "U for Undinism"
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raja815
Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1267
Warnings:Mild Sexuality. Mild anime spoilers.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Notes: "Undinism" refers to sexual arousal by water (it can also refer to sexual arousal from urine, but in the case of this fic, it doesn't, because we already did that one on letter O day.) Set just prior to episode 43 of the first anime.
for “Undinism"
“Let’s swim, Sir,” Havoc said, startling the silent clearing around them. “I’m too hot; I’ll never sleep.”
Roy looked up from his makeshift pallet on the forest floor. Hawkeye and the rest of the staff had relieved Havoc and himself for the night, and were standing guard for the Elrics at various points around the riverbed. No one really expected them for at least another day, not on foot as they’d have to be to get through this area, but it always paid to be wary. Even so, it was silly to squander their resting time. This was no camping trip, after all.
“Not for long,” Havoc assured, as if reading Roy’s thoughts. “Just to wash off. I’m getting my bedroll all grimey.”
“You go if you like,” Roy said, “I can’t swim.”
“Can’t you?”
“No.” There had been a paddling pool open in the summers in East City, but his mother had forbidden him use of it, for fear of infantile paralysis. The Military Academy had one as well, but Roy had better things to learn while he was there than breast strokes and crawls.
“Let me teach you then, Sir. Just a quick stroke. What if you fell off a boat or something?”
“Because I’m so often on boats.” But he felt himself sliding out of his bedroll anyway, against his better judgement. The failing light was a brilliant red-gold, and the way it looked against his Lieutenant’s face made his pleading expression undeniable.
He’d been watching Havoc altogether too much since they’d arrived in the forest. He didn’t know why. Perhaps it was stress. Perhaps it was the way Havoc moved through the woods as easily as a deer, leaping over logs and weaving through branches that whipped Roy’s chest and threatened to knock him over. Perhaps it was because halfway through the sticky, humid day, Havoc had removed his wool jacket and patrolled in his black undershirt, the gamey smell of sweat on his skin thick and intoxicating when he moved toward Roy to offer his report.
The reddish glow of sunset made the river water look like an enormous philosopher’s stone, crimson and lustrous. It reflected onto Havoc’s skin as he undressed, unspeakable in its beauty, and when he slid naked into the water, ducking under to wet his hair, Roy had a sudden, violent feeling of loss, as though the false stone had become real and swallowed him entirely. It was a surge of uneasy desire, similar to the way one felt when looking at the shards of a particularly beautiful broken vase or plate, never more aware of its beauty than once it disappeared forever.
Oh, Havoc, he thought desperately, what are you doing to me?
Of course, Havoc wasn’t gone. He popped back up almost immediately, dripping and grinning, looking expectantly toward Roy.
“C’mon, Sir,” he called. “I won’t let you drown.”
Roy reached down to unbutton his uniform jacket, but his fingers felt bloodless and stupid. He looked down at them so he wouldn’t have to look at Havoc. So he was surprised a few minutes later to hear dripping footsteps and look up at Havoc, glimmering wet with water running down from his unruly bangs, standing before him.
“Come on; you’ll keep me waiting,” Havoc said, and began to rip Roy's buttons open.
The muscles on Havoc's chest and stomach were amazing, sculpted as if from stone. His penis was half-hard from the water, and it bobbed and quivered as Havoc moved around in his efforts to divest Roy, until Roy abruptly realized he was staring at it and averted his eyes.
What are you doing to me? He thought again. What, oh what… Once he was naked, Havoc took his arm and pulled him in, facing away from Roy and back toward the water. Roy was glad.
The water was chilly but not unpleasantly so. It tickled through the hair on Roy’s legs, shocked him a bit when it covered his groin, and rushed pleasantly over his chest as Havoc pulled him in deeper.
“Move your arms like a half-circle,” Havoc was saying into his ear. “And start to kick your feet out in a ‘v’ shape once you start to float up a bit.”
“I can’t,” Roy said, mostly because he wasn’t sure what else to say. Havoc was still clutching his arm, and his skin was so warm compared to the water, his fingers so calloused and rough next to the water rushing smoothly over their skin.
“I told you, I won’t let you drown.” His arms encircled Roy’s shoulders, and Roy bit down to keep from making any noise that might betray him. “I’m gonna take you out deeper; you can practice better.”
“I… I’d better not.” What are you doing to me? How are you doing this? His arms were strong. Roy was hard under the water. “Leave me be, Lieutenant, go have your swim. I’ll just rinse off. We don’t have time for a swimming lesson.”
“Don’t be a girl about it,” Havoc scoffed, and pulled him closer, toward the middle of the stream. It suddenly occurred to Roy that this would be a marvelous way to be caught if the Elrics did happen to be a day early; naked and excited in chest-deep water with Havoc’s arms around him. Not even Al was naïve enough to believe things were anything other than what they looked like. He needed to stop this before he lost control of himself completely.
“Havoc, let go.”
Silence. The water rushing around them, splashing around some rocks in the distance. Birds in the distance. Havoc’s arms, as solid as ever, around Roy’s shoulders.
“Havoc, I said to let me go.”
“Why?”
Roy opened his mouth to give an answer, but Havoc didn’t give him any time. Instead he whirled him around, making the water spin away from him an splatter Havoc’s cheeks. He held Roy, now out of his depth and unable to do much but float in Havoc’s strong grip, in front of his face.
“You’re always saying things like that, Sir,” Havoc said. His face was unreadable, or maybe it was just that Roy’s head felt too full for him to read it.
“Things like what?” Roy managed to reply.
“The exact right thing you’re supposed to say. The professional thing. You’re good at that. I guess that’s why you outrank me, huh? Or one of the reasons. But why don’t you say what you want to for a change?”
The cold water rushing around him wasn’t enough to cool the hot blood exploding through Roy’s veins. He said nothing.
“Take a deep breath,” Havoc said suddenly, and gulped air down. Roy was too surprised not to imitate him, and it was a good thing he did, because Havoc suddenly dived down, taking Roy with him.
The world was red and hazy and shimery, the water achingly cold. Roy’s eyes stung with the water, but he didn’t close them until Havoc’s face pressed against his, bringing their lips together, prying them open, touching Roy’s tongue with his. Roy felt the water around them should boil, and he grabbed and clutched, pressing his body against Havoc’s cool, slippery skin as long as he could before they came up to grab another breath of air.
21/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter V. :) I have to go start getting into my Watchmen makeup!!! :D
Author/Artist:
raja815Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1267
Warnings:Mild Sexuality. Mild anime spoilers.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Notes: "Undinism" refers to sexual arousal by water (it can also refer to sexual arousal from urine, but in the case of this fic, it doesn't, because we already did that one on letter O day.) Set just prior to episode 43 of the first anime.
for “Undinism"“Let’s swim, Sir,” Havoc said, startling the silent clearing around them. “I’m too hot; I’ll never sleep.”
Roy looked up from his makeshift pallet on the forest floor. Hawkeye and the rest of the staff had relieved Havoc and himself for the night, and were standing guard for the Elrics at various points around the riverbed. No one really expected them for at least another day, not on foot as they’d have to be to get through this area, but it always paid to be wary. Even so, it was silly to squander their resting time. This was no camping trip, after all.
“Not for long,” Havoc assured, as if reading Roy’s thoughts. “Just to wash off. I’m getting my bedroll all grimey.”
“You go if you like,” Roy said, “I can’t swim.”
“Can’t you?”
“No.” There had been a paddling pool open in the summers in East City, but his mother had forbidden him use of it, for fear of infantile paralysis. The Military Academy had one as well, but Roy had better things to learn while he was there than breast strokes and crawls.
“Let me teach you then, Sir. Just a quick stroke. What if you fell off a boat or something?”
“Because I’m so often on boats.” But he felt himself sliding out of his bedroll anyway, against his better judgement. The failing light was a brilliant red-gold, and the way it looked against his Lieutenant’s face made his pleading expression undeniable.
He’d been watching Havoc altogether too much since they’d arrived in the forest. He didn’t know why. Perhaps it was stress. Perhaps it was the way Havoc moved through the woods as easily as a deer, leaping over logs and weaving through branches that whipped Roy’s chest and threatened to knock him over. Perhaps it was because halfway through the sticky, humid day, Havoc had removed his wool jacket and patrolled in his black undershirt, the gamey smell of sweat on his skin thick and intoxicating when he moved toward Roy to offer his report.
The reddish glow of sunset made the river water look like an enormous philosopher’s stone, crimson and lustrous. It reflected onto Havoc’s skin as he undressed, unspeakable in its beauty, and when he slid naked into the water, ducking under to wet his hair, Roy had a sudden, violent feeling of loss, as though the false stone had become real and swallowed him entirely. It was a surge of uneasy desire, similar to the way one felt when looking at the shards of a particularly beautiful broken vase or plate, never more aware of its beauty than once it disappeared forever.
Oh, Havoc, he thought desperately, what are you doing to me?
Of course, Havoc wasn’t gone. He popped back up almost immediately, dripping and grinning, looking expectantly toward Roy.
“C’mon, Sir,” he called. “I won’t let you drown.”
Roy reached down to unbutton his uniform jacket, but his fingers felt bloodless and stupid. He looked down at them so he wouldn’t have to look at Havoc. So he was surprised a few minutes later to hear dripping footsteps and look up at Havoc, glimmering wet with water running down from his unruly bangs, standing before him.
“Come on; you’ll keep me waiting,” Havoc said, and began to rip Roy's buttons open.
The muscles on Havoc's chest and stomach were amazing, sculpted as if from stone. His penis was half-hard from the water, and it bobbed and quivered as Havoc moved around in his efforts to divest Roy, until Roy abruptly realized he was staring at it and averted his eyes.
What are you doing to me? He thought again. What, oh what… Once he was naked, Havoc took his arm and pulled him in, facing away from Roy and back toward the water. Roy was glad.
The water was chilly but not unpleasantly so. It tickled through the hair on Roy’s legs, shocked him a bit when it covered his groin, and rushed pleasantly over his chest as Havoc pulled him in deeper.
“Move your arms like a half-circle,” Havoc was saying into his ear. “And start to kick your feet out in a ‘v’ shape once you start to float up a bit.”
“I can’t,” Roy said, mostly because he wasn’t sure what else to say. Havoc was still clutching his arm, and his skin was so warm compared to the water, his fingers so calloused and rough next to the water rushing smoothly over their skin.
“I told you, I won’t let you drown.” His arms encircled Roy’s shoulders, and Roy bit down to keep from making any noise that might betray him. “I’m gonna take you out deeper; you can practice better.”
“I… I’d better not.” What are you doing to me? How are you doing this? His arms were strong. Roy was hard under the water. “Leave me be, Lieutenant, go have your swim. I’ll just rinse off. We don’t have time for a swimming lesson.”
“Don’t be a girl about it,” Havoc scoffed, and pulled him closer, toward the middle of the stream. It suddenly occurred to Roy that this would be a marvelous way to be caught if the Elrics did happen to be a day early; naked and excited in chest-deep water with Havoc’s arms around him. Not even Al was naïve enough to believe things were anything other than what they looked like. He needed to stop this before he lost control of himself completely.
“Havoc, let go.”
Silence. The water rushing around them, splashing around some rocks in the distance. Birds in the distance. Havoc’s arms, as solid as ever, around Roy’s shoulders.
“Havoc, I said to let me go.”
“Why?”
Roy opened his mouth to give an answer, but Havoc didn’t give him any time. Instead he whirled him around, making the water spin away from him an splatter Havoc’s cheeks. He held Roy, now out of his depth and unable to do much but float in Havoc’s strong grip, in front of his face.
“You’re always saying things like that, Sir,” Havoc said. His face was unreadable, or maybe it was just that Roy’s head felt too full for him to read it.
“Things like what?” Roy managed to reply.
“The exact right thing you’re supposed to say. The professional thing. You’re good at that. I guess that’s why you outrank me, huh? Or one of the reasons. But why don’t you say what you want to for a change?”
The cold water rushing around him wasn’t enough to cool the hot blood exploding through Roy’s veins. He said nothing.
“Take a deep breath,” Havoc said suddenly, and gulped air down. Roy was too surprised not to imitate him, and it was a good thing he did, because Havoc suddenly dived down, taking Roy with him.
The world was red and hazy and shimery, the water achingly cold. Roy’s eyes stung with the water, but he didn’t close them until Havoc’s face pressed against his, bringing their lips together, prying them open, touching Roy’s tongue with his. Roy felt the water around them should boil, and he grabbed and clutched, pressing his body against Havoc’s cool, slippery skin as long as he could before they came up to grab another breath of air.
21/26
See you guys tomorrow for letter V. :) I have to go start getting into my Watchmen makeup!!! :D