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11 March 2005 @ 05:51 pm
 
Title: Not My Slave
Author: asrimal
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations.
Pairing: Roy/Riza
Genre: Romance/Songfic
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa, Square Enix, Funimation, and others who are not me.
Summary: Roy does something that causes Riza to lose all patience with him. Songfic set to Not My Slave by Oingo Boingo.



First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stormed towards the office of Colonel Roy Mustang. He had gone too far this time; she had let everything else slip under the radar. But this, this! This was too much! She reached the door and slammed it open, surprising the dozing Mustang who sat up and groped for a document to read in a feint to look busy. Hawkeye was not fooled.

“Colonel! What is the meaning of this?!” She said stalking to his desk with two strides and thrusting the newspaper clipping she held in her hand into her superior officer’s face.

Roy took the paper and read it out loud, “Colonel Roy Mustang seen at theatre with a woman on each arm. Is this a new trend for the playboy Alchemist?” He read before looking up at Hawkeye with a calm expression, seemingly mocking her anger, “Yes, what about it?”

“Two women Colonel? TWO?!” She admonished, her breasts heaving underneath her uniform.

Mustang smiled, he was enjoying this immensely, “They both gave me the same offer and I weighed each carefully and I came to a compromise.” He explained, “Why do you care what I do? You’re not jealous are you?”

She leaned in close, their faces inches apart. His was calm and bemused. Hers was flush with anger and irritation.

“Colonel, I am not jealous of them, they should be jealous of me.” She said before grabbing the front of his uniform and pulling him into a firm kiss.

With sadness in my heart and joy in my mind
I thought about the ghost that we left behind.
With everyone around telling us what to do
With deafening sound whisper I love you.
The fire in your eyes -- may it never go out.
The sweetness of your tears make it feel like night.
I see no escape from the roles we always play
What do we have to prove on this judgment day


Roy grinned inwardly and wrapped one arm around her waist and carefully pulled her over the desk and cleared the desk of all files with his other hand. He pressed his body against Riza’s, forcing her to lean back against the desk and he began to kiss her milky white neck. His deft fingers began to unbutton her uniform jacket, revealing the black lace bra that supported her breasts. He gazed upon the image of her breasts and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned his own jacket, revealing a muscular and milky chest.

“Lace, First Lieutenant? It seems as though you were planning this.” He said ad he dragged a finger lazily over her taut belly, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde woman below him.

You're missing the whole point -- you're not my little pet
Don't throw away your life -- the games not over yet
I do not own your soul -- don't want you in a cage
I only want your heart to find a special place


Mustang’s fingers unhooked her bra and pulled it free of her body, setting it off to the side. Nimble fingers combined with the cool air of the room enticed Hawkeye’s nipples to erection. He leaned down and began to kiss her collarbone, slowly traveling south until reaching her right nipple. He took the sensitive nub into her mouth and began to suckle on it, his tongue pressed against it in a teasing manner forcing a groan from Hawkeye. Teeth pressed against the sensitive flesh and Riza shuddered beneath Roy. Her arms looped around his shoulders and nails dug into the flesh of his back. He hissed in a combination of pain and pleasure.

You're mine now but you're not my sister
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine but you're not my child
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine now but you're not my slave


She began to moan his name as his mouth continued to manipulate her nipple and his hand snaked down to press against her womanhood through two layers of clothing. She let out a soft, tortured moan.

“Colonel…” She moaned, her voice ragged. “Take me, touch me. Please…”

The air around them began to heat up, caused in part by their actions combined with the alchemic forces controlled by Mustang. His mouth never left her breast as his hands quickly undid both of their trousers. Mustang slowly, agonizingly lowered both Hawkeye’s trousers and black lace panties to mid thigh. One of Riza’s hands calloused from her years of firearms usage but yet still remaining soft, reached into his pants and withdrew his firm organ, fingers gently brushing over it. She smiled as he moaned around her nipple.

With sadness in my heart and clouds in my head
I thought about us both and the lives we led.
The pages on a book and pictures on a screen
We shape ourselves like clay from someone else's dream.
One second you are cast just like stones at my feet
But I am not a king please don't worship me.
With everyone around telling us what to do
With deafening sound whisper I love you.


Roy’s mouth detached from her nipple and kissed her lips firmly, passionately. His tongue fought its way past her lips and began to intertwine with her own. She slowly guided his member to her moist womanhood, the tip of his organ brushed against her nether lips, tearing a strangled moan from her throat as she lifted her hips to meet his, welcoming his shaft.

You're missing the whole point -- you're not my little pet
Don't throw away your life -- the games not over yet
I do not own your soul -- don't want you in a cage
I only want your heart to find a special place


Roy slowly pressed himself into Hawkeye’s inner depths, listening to the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips. He began to slowly slide his manhood in and out of her, his hips taking on a gentle rocking motion. Riza’s breath began to grow ragged, panting as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Colonel…I’m not a china doll, you won’t break me.” She said between pants.

Roy began to thrust into her harder, his manhood slipping in and out of her at a quicker pace. Riza felt the stirrings of orgasm begin to start in her belly, she gasped for him to go faster, moaning in pleasure. The feeling of his organ within her was almost heavenly. The sound of his labored breathing in her ear filled her with a sense of smugness. She threw her head back and screamed as her inner muscles contracted, tightening around her Colonel’s organ, her juices flowing out, over his manhood. Roy cried out shortly thereafter and quickly pulled his organ out of her, his seed bursting from the tip, the thick fluid landing on the desk, floor as well as the First Lieutenant.

You're mine now but you're not my sister
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine but you're not my child
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine but you're not my sister
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine but you're not my child
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine now but you're not my slave
You're mine now but you're not my slave


After cleaning herself up Hawkeye put on her clothing once again and adjusted her uniform, she glanced at the exhausted Mustang and smiled with a look of satisfaction. She smiled over her shoulder at him and walked out of the office, stepping over the mess he had made.
 
 
headless_teddy on March 12th, 2005 03:55 pm (UTC)
O_O
O_O that was scarey....


*dies*
Asrimalasrimal on March 12th, 2005 05:33 pm (UTC)
Re: O_O
How so?
dragon_tamer345dragon_tamer345 on March 28th, 2005 06:10 pm (UTC)
0_0 um....wow
Asrimalasrimal on March 28th, 2005 06:15 pm (UTC)
What do you think?
dragon_tamer345dragon_tamer345 on March 29th, 2005 01:02 am (UTC)
well, it's really good! ^_^