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DEVIANT
A FullMetal Alchemist Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: Losing abstinence (getting oneself laid!) (wk 89-90)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: A sequel/follow-up to "Disciplinary Action". Roy's dishing out payback, but it may be causing more harm than good. WARNING for LEMON content. Roy x Riza pairing. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.




It was a simple plan.

Make Riza Hawkeye suffer.

There were many ways to do this. Most of them at the precious cost of his life! But he owed the lieutenant, and owed her big.

"I'm sorry Roy. But I did say I owed you."

"For yesterday...."

"Well, there is that." She didn't sound disappointed at least. "But actually, I was referring to that little prank you pulled at Major Armstrong's promotion party."

It was a just a joke. What was the big deal? He couldn't understand what she was doing, or why?

Then she did the most heinous thing of all. The reason he wanted her to suffer. He saw a flash, heard the briefest click. It wasn't any gun he was familiar with, so the only other object could have been a camera.

"Oh no, you didn't!"

"Yes, I did."

She'd taken his picture.

Then threatened to post it to Northern Command!

Oh, he'd never live that down. His pride took a dive just thinking about it!

Although leaving him tied, naked, to the bed had been hurtful too.

Roy Mustang was not a man who liked to be crossed. He expected the best out of everyone. And even more from those under his command. Especially the woman he loved.

Even if she did hold the upper hand most times, in work and play.

Okay, so tying him to the bed, getting him fully aroused, and snapping a picture had been a joke. And it's not like she posted the picture like she had threatened. Still, his feelings had been hurt. And what a blow to his pride! Even her subsequent apologies did not ease the pain of humiliation.

Then, it happened.

"Lieutenant, I hope you have a good explanation for going through my things."

"Actually, sir...I was going to ask the same of you."

"What do you mean?"

"This, sir. I...accidentally...found it in the drawer."

"It's nothing, Lieutenant."

"Well, sir.... You're...ah...definitely wearing nothing...."

The photograph in question had been left where only one person would find it, or so it was thought. But when Lieutenant Breda had to dig through the "all-purpose" drawer to find something the Colonel had taken from him, he found more than his pilfered lighter. There was a barrage of questions when the Colonel found him snooping around, none of which Roy Mustang was prepared to answer.

Worse yet, the questions turned to rumors, and began to circulate through the campus. Snickers and chuckles at his expense, only staved off by the stern glare he had mastered and the general fear that the lower ranking officers had of his alchemic ability. Day in and out for nearly a week drove him to drinking harder at night and more determined to get his revenge.

That's when his plan began to formulate. It was equally as simple as his goal. To achieve both meant giving up something precious, if only for a short while. And the reward would be sweeter than anything he'd ever desired.

From that moment on, Roy Mustang became an abstinate man.

No matter how much she cooed, or whined, or even begged! Even stripping to nothing but the black lace panties he loved so much and welcoming him into his office one morning did not deter him. Came pretty damn close, though.

This had persisted for five weeks. He had begun to see the cracks in his plan early on, but he was determined to make her want him so bad she'd go crazy. It was working too!

But the downsides were starting to show themselves in nasty ways.

Riza Hawkeye had always been a stern taskmaster. Now, she was worse. If he didn't finish his paperwork everyday, promptly and efficiently, she would scold him more harshly. She even threatened him with more ammo and bigger guns than she had previously displayed. He only wished he could force her to use a smaller desk. Less risk to his life.

There was little to no romantic contact or conversation between them. No private moments that used to make the day go by faster. She even stopped making lunch for the two of them, instead eating by herself at her desk or not at all.

And worst of all: he was missing out on the great sex, too!

What the hell had he been thinking?! No revenge was worth that!

But it appeared the damage had been done. His quest for vengeance seemingly leaving him destitute. Things changed little when he began to back off. He started leaving little notes for her again. He even sent flowers anonymously on several occasions. Hints were dropped in conversation and he focused on making eye contact with her through the doorway of his office.

However, it was all for naught. His apologies did no good and his attempts at affection were dismissed. It may have earned him a bit less in the lecture department, but little else.

Perhaps she was getting back at him, and he supposed he deserved it. But there still had to be something left. Surely she still had feelings for him as he did for her. Damn her for bringing all this about. That's right, it was all her fault!

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

But he had been stupid enough to go through with the plan.

"Yes, I did. Please, close the door."

"I think it would be best if--"

"Close the door, Riza."

The use of her first name forced the officer to action, quickly shutting the door behind her. Just as quickly, she moved towards a chair to the left of his desk. As he sat behind the desk, she lowered herself cautiously into the rather uncomfortable seat.

"Was it necessary to use my name, Sir?"

"Yes," Roy stated. "And stop calling me sir! At least until this conversation is over."

"All right." She placed her hands flat in her lap. "What was it you wanted to discuss?"

Okay, how did he want to say this? He'd been practicing for hours. But now that she was in the room, he felt like a schoolboy with his first crush! Well, she was the first woman he truly felt a connection with on more than one level.

"Roy?"

"I'm sorry." After he said it, he bit his tongue. Not the smoothest of lines he'd ever delivered, but it was the truth, even if he didn't want to admit the real reason why he felt that way.

"For what?"

He sighed; feeling salt pour into his already wounded pride. Did he really have to say it?

"I've been rather...uncommunicative....over the past few weeks. And I wanted to apologize."

She didn't bother to hide the snicker on her face. "You've been a lot more than...uncommunicative."

"Yes, well...." This wasn't going anything like the way he rehearsed. He could feel his temper flaring, having to resist the urge to snap his fingers and set his paperwork on fire. Clenching his hands into fists, he inhaled deeply. "I'm trying to make up for it."

"You think little notes and flowers make hurting my feelings okay?" She looked genuinely surprised. "You were a complete asshole. For no reason!"

"Oh, I had a reason," he assured her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

Anger boiled to the surface. His self-control shattered. "YOU were a total BITCH!" He emphasized the statement by slamming one fist on his desktop. But in reality, he was pissed at himself for saying such a thing.

"Me?!" Again, she was genuinely surprised. "What did I do...besides take care of your sorry ass?"

He stood, rounding the desk. Stalking her and glaring. "YOU took my pride and ground it into the dirt! YOU," he pointed vehemently at her, over and over. "And YOU stripped me naked, tied me up like a side of beef and made a joke of me." He sat down on the edge of his desk, drained of words and emotion. A weight had been lifted.

But it left silence in its wake.

A silence both found deafening.

Realization slowly dawned on Hawkeye. Her voice lowered, almost disbelieving, as she asked, "Is that what this is about? The photo?"

"Yes!"

Roy stood and began to pace. He didn't want to be angry, but it had been bottled up for so long. He needed release. This was not going to help him get laid, he was certain. He needed to let it out regardless. The pacing helped, but his thoughts were flying out a mile a minute.

"You're acting like a child," she stated simply.

He rounded on her, gawking. "What? I'm supposed to suck it up and act like it never happened?"

She stood with her arms crossed. "It's not like anyone knows except us."

He rolled his eyes, turning his head to look out the window. "Except Breda."

There was a pause before she managed a shaky reply. "What?"

"Oh, he knows." He began pacing again, briskly moving between the desk and the wall. "He's been making these little jokes that are just so...so...."

Eyebrows rose in question. "Annoying?"

"Worse!" He laughed disbelievingly, pacing harder, hands waving in the air. "And don't even get me started on Havoc!" He stopped by the window, laughing roughly. "Maes is probably laughing at me too. Even though he's dead!"

She could see his anger now. Maybe she did take the joke too far. But she gave him the photo. She even kept one for herself (though she didn't keep it at work, the dummy). His feelings had been hurt, his pride wounded. She understood that. All too well. But he had hurt her in return by withdrawing from their relationship. That hurt her feelings, injured her pride. Didn't that make them even?

She opened her mouth to say something, when Roy stopped pacing and glared at her. Anger briefly gave way to sadness. The hurt was laid out to see, if only for a moment. Her own expression changed. It was the most vulnerable she had ever felt. But her own anger seeped into her outward emotion, her fists clenching at her sides. She had been a victim in this.

Screw the flowers, the notes and his fucked up apology!

Then he spoke, a hand running through his hair, trembling. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... Sorry."

She was ready to lash back.

"Are you saying that because you mean it," she asked, a devious smile spreading her lips. "Or are you just desperate for sex?"

Blinking, the words slowly sunk in. When he realized what had been said, his anger flared again. If he wanted to be nice, he should have thrown her out of his office. Literally. But he was through being nice. Through apologizing for his behavior.

He was going to make her pay.

Hawkeye was surprised when he advanced on her. She stepped back, afraid of what he would do and too busy strategizing in her mind what she should say. He was definitely pissed now. Would he yell at her? Hit her? He'd never raised a hand to her before, despite all the smartass remarks. But as he towered over her, angry and looking rather sexy, she thought it a good possibility.

She was shocked when he pulled her close, suffocating her against his body. She gasped loudly, a surprised yelp escaping into a violent kiss that soon had her moaning. This, she had not expected. Perhaps he was being most sincere.

Or he definitely needed to get laid.

Hell, they both needed to get laid!

Roy was surprised when she ardently returned his kiss, cupping his face in her firm grasp. He answered by gripping her bottom, lifting her off the floor. He groaned as she wrapped one leg around his. The feel of her already warm and moist was unexpected. He had to have her. Now.

Quickly, he moved towards the nearest solid object. The end table wasn't sturdy enough. The sofa was too far away. There was always the floor, he thought. He was going to have her if it killed him. Then he was forced to stop, cracking one eye open to see what happened.

Riza grunted as she hit the wall behind her, jolted only slightly by the impact, but didn't break the kiss. He body moved against his, instinctively searching. She couldn't get enough of him. His tall, sturdy frame. The familiar taste of coffee and those cigarettes he loved so much. The feel of his hair in her fingers, his skin beneath her grasp. She'd missed this. Heaven help her, she'd missed him.

Both eyes widened as Roy heard the buttons of his uniform shirt pop, then felt her fingers tracing lines of fire on his chest and shoulders. He returned the favor by pulling apart her uniform jacket, popping the three buttons and peeling it from her in a fumbling fashion. Then he focused on her blouse, tugging it over her head and tossing it onto the floor. He broke the kiss, moving his lips downward over the newly exposed skin. All the while he pressed his hips against her, enjoying the warm nearness of her and the reaction their desperation elicited from her.

Riza gasped as she felt his erection press against her center, groaned as his lips moved away from hers. The rush was exciting, but it wasn't nearly enough. She pushed against him, surprising both of them as he stumbled only a single step. But that was all she needed. Regretfully, the move separated them, her legs sliding down to the floor. Taking control, she did away with any restrictive clothing left covering his upper body. Two steps, three and she pulled him down for another kiss.

Roy could only do as she bid, stepping backward until the back of his legs hit the edge of the sofa. As her hands finished with the buckle of his pants, he felt the kiss break, felt himself fall. His bare butt hit the cool leather. He was still dazed, watching as she reached behind her back. All he could think about were her bare breasts, hands already reaching for her. She smacked his hand, three, four times before he gave up. With puppy dog eyes, he pouted.

"Need help?"

Riza smirked, sliding the black lace from her shoulders and down her arms. She tried not to laugh as he licked his lips. Holding the bra to her right, her free hand resting proudly on her hip. Her eyes sparkled as she let the scrap of material fall to the floor.

"No thanks."

As she crawled over him, Roy snickered to himself. The irony of the position was not lost on him. And while he was not restrained in any way, he still felt his guts twist. Despite the fact that her bra was now somewhere on the floor, he felt his nerves shake. Even with her completely naked on top of him -- wait, she wasn't wearing panties?! --he couldn't shake the deep seeded wariness. The fear of being vulnerable went deeper than he thought.

His voice nearly cracked as he asked, "You're not going to leave me like this again, are you?"

She blinked, and then smiled. "Not this time." Leaning over she pressed her lips to his for a brief kiss. It was reassuring, fanning warmth through his system. He groaned as she pulled away. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," he uttered. The words were barely audible as he felt her slide down, her core encompassing his length. His eyes closed and he uttered a prayer as he sank deep, engulfed in flames. His body was on autopilot, his brain completely drowned in feeling. Hands grasped her hips, urging her to move faster, his own hips rising to the challenge.

Riza was awash in abandon, taking what she wanted and trying to return it with more fervor. Her motions were rapid but gentle, the length of him moving almost all the way out before being plunged back in. Even as her movement quickened, she maintained the steady up and down motion. She moaned at the fullness of him inside her. Uttered his name as the passion built and nearly screamed when he thrust upward, hard, pushing her over the edge. Body shaking, she slumped forward, only to be pushed backward. With dreamy eyes she watched as he moved atop her, a strange smile on his face.

And in a single thrust she came again.

But he had only begun.

Despite his body's urging, Roy moved slowly. Hands, lips and tongue explored her neck and chest. He had missed the feel of her beneath him. The fullness of her breasts in his hands. The taste of her skin on his tongue. He wanted to savor the moment, lick the flames of passion to the highest limit. He smiled as she moved restlessly, her hands grasping at him. Fingertips dug ruthlessly into his back and shoulder. He grunted in an effort to control himself. It was hell, but he would endure.

Until she clenched down on him so hard he lost all control.

She whispered his name, over and over as she came. Clinging to him as if she really would fall into some black chasm and be forever lost. When the fog cleared, she allowed herself to sink into his embrace and relax. She reveled in the strong hold of arms and the solid feel of his frame against hers. She may have missed the sex, but nothing compared to his embrace.

With a contented smile, she hugged him in return, gently rubbing her fingertips across the nape of his neck. Then the reality of the situation sunk in and she shook her head.

"Roy?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we ever going to stop trying to get back at each other?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It tends to make things more interesting."

She pulled away, looking at him seriously. "If I promise not to fight back," she asked. "Do you promise to give me one night of the best sex I've ever had?"

An eyebrow shot up in question. "Haven't they all been that way?"

"Roy...."

"What?"

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

She chuckled. "I suppose you'll just have to outdo yourself then."

"How do you expect me to do that?"

Patting his chest playfully, she replied, "You're a clever man. I'm sure you'll think of something."

Quick as a flash, she removed herself from his hold. Then she went about collecting her things, replacing her garments in record time. With the exception of her jacket, hung neatly over her arm. He managed to collect himself as well. She was nearly to the door when all was accomplished. He cleared his throat to get her attention, leaning on the edge of his desk. She grasped the doorknob in one hand, titling her head in his direction.

"Yes?"

"I'll pick you up at seven."

"Where are we going?"

"I think the Desert Sands would be nice. I haven't eaten there yet."

She chuckled. "I'm talking sex, and you're talking food."

"If you want a night of wild abandon, I need to be fully charged," he answered seriously. "And heartily fed."

She shook her head, opening the door. "Seven it is.... Sir."

As Roy settled back in his chair, he watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked back to her desk. When she sat down and distracted herself with her work, he smiled to himself. This was playing into his plans nicely. He was going to have a good meal. Some absolutely fabulous sex.

And perhaps have a few photos of his own to show for it.


~FIN~

Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or the characters contained in this story. That honor goes to Hiromu Arakawa. You rock! I'm merely borrowing the characters for my ebil, hentai purposes. Since I'm not making any money from this, you will not get any if you sue. I'm only having some fun. Truly I am! ^_^