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[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

DISCIPLINARY ACTION
A FullMetal Alchemist Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: a two-fer - Show what happens when a character uses their power or position to get what they want from someone else (wk 47) AND Have one character play a practical joke on another. Tell what happens. (wk 48)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This began without a fandom. I'm good at that lately. And yes, the intro is left open so the reader can use his/her imagination. Roy x Riza pairing. Lemony. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the piece.




"Inside. Now."

"Is that an order?"

Roy Mustang could hardly control the snicker that twisted his lips. "Yes. It is."

With a sigh, she acquiesced. "This is hardly protocol. Someone in your position could get severely disciplined."

The smirk turned into a wicked smile. "I know."

"And in the barracks of all places?"

"No one uses these quarters unless there's an uprising."

A chuckle. "Judging from your uniform, General, I'm willing to say there's an uprising going on right now."

"You're very observant, Major."

Before she could argue further, he captured her lips in a tumultuous kiss. Arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he crushed them together. Flailing hands found purchase on his upper arms, fingernails clawing at the material there.

Roy shrugged out of his jacket, stopping just long enough to make certain the door was locked. It wouldn't do for other officers or passers by to walk in on what he had planned. And boy had he earned it! Twenty-four hours straight of hard duty and another four on patrol. Their brief tryst the day before was only a taste of what he wanted now.

Tossing the jacket aside, he grabbed onto his partner and pulled her further into the room. With each step a button came undone. By the time they reached the nearest bed, her jacket was discarded. The blouse was open enough that a hint of pink was visible. His shirt was untucked and nearly unbuttoned, his pants barely clinging to lean hips to stay upward.

With a brief kiss, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Now you're giving me a choice?"

"Well...no. Not really...."

Her smile made more than his face feel 30 degrees hotter. He allowed her to push him back on the bed. Swallowing hard, his eyes were transfixed to the movement of her hands as she placed them on his shoulders. But his nervousness disappeared quickly and he forced himself to relax. He had asked for this after all.

"Consider this payment in full for yesterday," she said, one hand barely caressing the exposed skin of his chest, the remaining button coming undone

His breath was hitched but he managed to mutter, "Okay."

Smiling at him, she sat comfortably on his thighs. Slim fingers carefully unbuttoned the rest of her uniform blouse. The shirt opened to reveal full breasts encompassed in pink lace. She allowed the material to hang open as her fingers sought the warmth of his chest, fingertips gently massaging the muscles there.

Eyebrows immediately rose in surprise. Pink was not a color he associated with her. Deep red was more like it. But it looked good on her. Gave her a somewhat innocent overtone. The sight of her nipples poking at the material caused his pulse to race just a little faster.

"That's new," he commented.

"I've learned a few new tricks," she replied confidently.

"Oh really?"

He was unprepared for the quick movement of he hands. As one continued its trek from his chest to the waist of his pants, the other cupped his hardened state, gently stroking him through the material of his boxers. He gasped at her touch, his body shivering in response.

"Yep."

He groaned as she kissed a line from his jaw to his ear. Several spots along the way were sweet, causing him to whimper. He ached for her touch, and was awarded for his patience. Tongues danced as her hands began a sensuous routine of their own over his burning skin.

She writhed above him, pressing her chest against his bared chest. The coarse material of the bra contrasted with the smoothness of his muscles. His body hummed with pleasure, his breath catching on more than one occasion that his mouth felt dry. All the while she worked her magic.

Not until she pulled away slightly, the tip of her tongue grazing over her bottom lip, did he realize that his arm had been restrained by a miscellaneous scarf.

"Major?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

He watched in abject horror as she presented the second scarf. "I'm obeying a direct order from my superior." Then she proceeded to tie his other hand with it. Regarding the scrunched up look on his face she added, "This IS part of your fantasy."

He sighed, trying to relax against the mattress. "I know just...don't tie them too tight. Okay?"

"All right." With a sympathetic smile she said, "Don't worry. This won't hurt. I promise."

Through half lidded eyes, he watched as she pulled his pants and boxers away from his straining erection. A number of things ran behind her eyes as she returned her attention to it. Fascination, determination, and something he couldn't quite name. His male pride swelled at her reaction, causing his body to harden further.

Inhaling while she wrapped both hands around his engorged dick, he held his breath as soft fingers worked up, over and around his flesh. Her attentions were always mind numbing, and he so looked forward to being alone with her again. Yesterday's quick release was nothing compared to this.

Then his breath left him completely after he felt her lips on the sensitive skin. Encompassed in wet warmth, he melted in her mouth. Muscles quivered as he struggled to keep his cool. Strong hands gripped the sheets beneath him as his hips slowly lifted then settled back on the mattress. The action repeated several times, each tiny thrust quicker than the last.

'This is heaven!'

Or so he thought.

Her attentions slowly began to wane. He groaned, his body arching toward her, insisting on more. When more didn't come, he growled, the muscles in his legs and arms straining for control. But the ties the bound him were solid, the knots tied by one of the best.

With the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, he pleaded. "Onegai...."

A very feminine laugh graced his ears. "Nuh-uh. You've been a bad, bad boy."

He groaned again, his body shivering from the lack of her touches. "Wha--?"

"I'm sorry, Roy." He continued to stare at her in disbelief as she sat on his legs and rebuttoned her shirt. "But I did say I owed you."

"For yesterday...."

"Well there is that...." she replied with a guilty look. "But actually, I was referring to that little prank you pulled at Armstrong's promotion party."

He whined, vaguely recalling the events of whish she spoke. It had been a harmless prank, one that had Major Hawkeye soaked in water, with a very nice view of her assets through her formal uniform top.

Her WET uniform top.

He pouted. "I said I was sorry."

She was unfazed by the puppy dog eyes aimed her way. "And I don't think I believed you."

"But I am!"

"Hmm...." She shook her head. "No, I still don't believe you."

The puppy dog eyes turned into a look of pity. "Aww...c-come on...."

She shook her head again, removing herself from his side. "Nope."

Blinking at her seriousness, he tried to explain, "It was...just a joke."

"Just a joke, eh?"

He watched helplessly as she obtained her discarded jacket and tie. With her jacket in place, she turned to face him. The smirk on her face was not what he expected.

"Riza...."

"How's this for a joke?"

SNAP! FLASH!

He blinked again, disbelieving the events that were taking place. That was a flash, right? Did she just take his picture?! "Oh no, you didn't!"

Her giggle is very unlike her, but a rather melodious sound. "Yes. I did."

SNAP! FLASH!

"Is this a fetish of yours, Major?"

"No, sir. But I'm sure the guys at Northern Command would love to see these."

Eyes narrowed as his voice turned cold. "You wouldn't dare."

With a sigh, she shrugged. "No, I wouldn't. But I owe you for that awful joke." She paused in thought. "Maybe I'll just post one at the missing persons board."

"Riza!"

SNAP! FLASH!

"It was a joke!"

She nodded. "And so is this."

He watched as she headed for the doorway. "You're not going to leave me like this.... Riza!"

With a smile, she turned out the light. "Good night, General Mustang."

"Major Hawkeye, I command you to get back here and untie me."

His command was met with darkness.

And the faintest hint of laughter.


~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER:
I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or the characters contained in this story. That honor goes to Hiromu Arakawa. I'm merely borrowing the characters for my ebil, hentai-minded 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!