Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon's INC ❯ Entry Two:MustangxHughes ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: dmscheeseshirtedchorusneko 
The second entry was requested by my friend Shanice...Tis be Mustang and Hughes.(This one is a songfic)
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
The second entry was requested by my friend Shanice...Tis be Mustang and Hughes.(This one is a songfic)
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
Okey Dokey peas and chokeys, sorry for the long wait; Welcome to Lemon's INC, the place where you can find yummy yaoi boy's doing lemony things *wink* my friend Shanice has requested this next couple you will read, I was excited when she told me who she wanted because I absolutely adore this couple. This second entries couple is… *drum roll* Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes! *pulls out fans and waves them violently*
Yes, I understand that Maes is/was married and had a daughter in whom he gloated about religiously, but us yaoi fans can dream can't we? Hell yes we can *eats a cookie*
You know the deal, Arakawa owns her stuff and I my, yaoiness :P, ideas, comments and flamers are welcomed. Now I must leave thee to read. Enjoy the lemony goodness *poke*
*Drinks a cappuccino and eats a Krispy Cream doughnut*
P.O.V- Mustang; and most of these are going to be in flash back version with bits of 3 Doors Down- Here Without You here and there, and other songs perhaps.
Notes: Regular font is when they talk; italic font is when the characters' aren't talking, and bold italic is when Roy is narrating. Enjoy ^-^
Oh, and to let you know before you murder me brutally, this is going to be more romantic then sex…I couldn't force myself to make it only for the sex(though that's what the title says *sighs* I'm a worthless authoress, I might as well go and jump in front of an oncoming mini bus… but I promise I will do another with this couple and fill it to the brim with mansex :P
~Enjoy.
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Lemon's INC
`Entry Two: MustangxHughes'
Maes Hughes. What can I say about Brigadier-General Hughes?
He was a great man; a strong leader… well I can't say he was a leader, heh; more of a follower. He was everything a friend could be, like a brother. Actually, he was more than a friend or a brother; he was a tender lover. I miss him dearly each and every waken moment; even in my dreams.
`A hundred days to make me older, since the last time that I saw your pretty face, a thousand lies to make me colder, and I don't think I can look at this the same. And all the miles that separate, disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face.
Yes, we were lovers; unnatural ah? The world might have thought that if only they knew. We kept it secret like any other couple like us would have; I personally thought it would last but I was wrong on one level; relationships can only go so far until there isn't a spouse for the other. Death took Hughes out of the relationship.
I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind, I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time, I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams, and tonight, its only you and me.'
Maes wanted to get married to a woman so eyes wouldn't be watching us and so our military jobs wouldn't be on the line, he encouraged me to do the same but I refused; we broke the relationship off and went on as friends, no one never knew or had any idea. I cried distraughtly but carried on with life. We would often run into each other in an awkward moment, nothing would happen; not until old times kicked in.
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Its December I believe. Some cold month like that; I haven't been paying attention much to the dates or seasons. Time has seemed to be flying by and nothing really matters to me now. This could be a loss of my job if I continue these unmotivated days; dragging around my office. Yes, I do believe it is December because everyone in Central is in a cheery mood; even the strict Hawkeye happens to be in an upward demeanor. I guess it's normal for them to be this way around the holidays.
I flipped uninterestedly through a pile of papers only catching glints of ranks and names; not noticing whether they were going to be on holiday leave or working over time here. My mind was too busy else where; I would do all this work over my holiday leave. It wasn't like I had anywhere special to go or anyone special I was going to be with.
Again I rummaged through the paperwork with half-opened eyes begging that this day would come to a quick end. I had already begun to plan what I would do for the evening. Perhaps if I wasn't as lazy as I had been I would cook a decent enough meal to eat and then read or something. After all, my weekends consisted of either work or reading a novel, entertaining ah? Well it is for me anyways. It always gave me a reason to think about my life and what I should do every day for the rest of it; how I should dress, what I should eat. Maybe even who I would spend the rest of my years with.
“Looking a little tense there, something wrong sir?” Hawkeye looked at me curiously from where she stood sorting medicals for the soldiers; I had almost forgotten that anybody else was in the office with me. I've been really bad about drifting off in thought lately. “Nothing,” I lowered my head with a brief sigh that warmed the backside of my hand, “Nothing at all.” I thought the day would continue as silent and dull as it already was, but how terribly wrong I was.
“Yo!” Maes announced with a raised hand and a bright smile as he barged casually into the room. Almost every time I saw him he always had a smile plastered on his face. It seemed as though nothing could remove it.
“Hello Hughes.” Hawkeye murmured with closed eyes as she tapped a stack of files into a neat pile then moving to another. I said nothing but flipped through another folder, Maes eyeing me the whole time with a curious expression and then switching over to a cocky smirk.
“I don't get a hello sir?” He asked with a cheesy smile while sitting his rear end on my desk, and most of the paper work. My hand too might have fallen victim to his ass if I hadn't have moved it.
“Hello.” I muttered without looking at him; I could tell he was frowning even with my bangs hanging dramatically in my eyes. “What brings you into my office? Must be something important for you to walk all the way to the other side of the building.” I lifted my eyes and gave a sheepish smile. I was too sarcastic for my own good. Maes watched me for a moment with a blank face before replacing it with a goofy look. “Yes, I came in here to get a report on how the filing is coming along, plus I wanted to visit.” He smiled with a pointed finger. “Which means I'll be in here for a while with a clip board and a pen.”
“You can't sit on the paper work though if you are going to stay in here.” I mumbled with a thick sigh. He looked down to the papers and said a quick `oh, sorry' before sliding off and onto the floor, then going to the nearest chair and plopping down into it with a clip board. What a day this was going to turn into.
Every now and then I would hear scribbles and taps coming from Hughes who, if he didn't have his head down looking at the notes, was staring at me behind his sun-glared glasses. I wonder what would happen if I suddenly turned to look at him, he'd probably fall over with shock or something. That's how intensively he was watching me.
I ignored his presence and actually did my work instead of gazing at it with hope that the day was over, with Hughes staring at me it wasn't helping out either. Ever since we broke up two months ago he had been visiting me constantly to talk about how things were going, neither of us even speaking of relationships though I knew he was dating a woman, he tried not talking about her around me.
“I'm done for the day lieutenant; do I need to file these in with Hughes sir?” Hawkeye mumbled and suggested towards the pile of folders on her desk.
“Just fill out a report of what you were working on and every soldier's name, which should be enough, or a list perhaps. Whatever's better.” I announced and looked at Hughes in question. He merely nodded and then went over to where Riza was. Damn, she was already done, that means I'm going to be left alone here with him until I get done. I've been trying to avoid him; I guess it just isn't going to happen.
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Riza left not long after handing Hughes a list of every soldier she had done a report on, leaving me uncomfortable at my desk. Its not that I'm uncomfortable being around the man, it's just, I can't be around him without having memories drug up and then I'm left in an awkward situation. It happens every time with Maes.
“So, how's things been around here?” With `around here' he means `with me' and how much my life is either sucking or being blissfully cheerful.
“Just peachy.” I mumbled rather slowly while scribbling on a sheet of paper making it look like I was doing something important.
“You know, the holidays are coming soon, I was wondering, if you had plans because my girlfriend and I are throwing a little party with some people from her work and from here.”
I had planned on doing what I always did, sit at home. “Thank you, but, I don't know if I can come, I'm not much into getting out at parties and,” Maes cut in, “please… we'd love having you there.” Yeah, we. It can't be `I'd love having you there,' it had to be `we'.
“So what do you say?”
“Do you enjoy interrogating me while I work?” I laid my pen down and asked with simple sarcasm. It was the mix between a joke and annoyance.
“Yes, and I can enjoy interrogating you on your breaks if you want.” He smiled sheepishly and leaned forward in his chair. His smiles always got to me. “So…” He was sticking his neck out and had a brow risen in question.
“I'll think about it.” Of course I wasn't going; I didn't want to have to sit around people I didn't know or to see them together. I know we're not together anymore, but I'd rather gouge my eyes out then see them together in the same room. I don't hate the woman; I just don't want to be around Maes right now.
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“Damn lock.” I jiggled my apartment key violently until it got unstuck from the key hole. Ever since I had moved in it gave me trouble with unlocking it and pulling it out. I need to tell the manager about it so he can fix it for me.
I pushed the front door open with my foot because my hands were preoccupied with a stack of folders and paperwork. I couldn't seem to finish it at work because of Hughes; even though he said nothing to me, his presence was rather bothersome. At least I would have something to do on my holiday leave.
Home sweet home. Dropping the papers onto my couch, I closed the front door and locked it back. Being silent the whole time, I unbuttoned my uniform coat and tossed it too on the couch; which had become a storage area because I now had no one coming over as often. I didn't really care either. I carelessly untied my boots and dropped them by the floor mat in my kitchen. My apartment room was slightly small, but big enough for one person. The biggest `room' had to be the living room because it was a combination of my room, nothing to keep them separated. The kitchen was the smallest and I knew that for a fact. When Maes was over and we both were in it, one of us had to either back out or plaster our bodies against the cabinets if the other one was exiting the kitchen.
I lazily walked into the living room and stared at my bed. The sheets were all tangled in one another and the pillows on the edge of the mattress. If Maes were here it would have been neatly made fist this morning. God damn why do I keep thinking about him? I can't do anything without him popping into my head. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the olive carpet. There has to be some way to stop thinking about him. There has to be.
I forced my stomach to bend as I pried my body from where I sat and strode into the kitchen. I stopped in front of a cabinet to my left which was above my coffee pot and bread box. It creaked open when I pulled it gently. Inside were several bottles of alcohol, most left over from parties or given as gifts. Wine, rum, whiskey, champagne; since when did I have champagne? Whatever the reason I chose a whiskey, clutching the half empty bottle into my hand, closing the small door and then retrieving a glass. I went back to my bed and propped against the head board with my alcohol. I sipped a small amount so that the level was now a little under the rim. I shouldn't have filled it all the way to the top, but, I am on Holiday leave after all so if I do get wasted, at least I will be at home.
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I lost count of how many glasses I had filled up; it wasn't a great amount, but I had already had a few. Maes started popping into my head. Even though I had this strong alcohol, it was making it worse with thoughts of him. I leaned against my pillow and sighed, setting the half full glass onto my night stand.
I started remembering how Maes had always soothed me when I was upset by just holding me against him. He didn't have to say anything to me; he never really asked me what was wrong because he knew. He always knew. He would look at my face and then take me into his arms, we would hold each other for hours without saying anything and it always helped me. He had a gentle touch, never abusive against me or making me do anything I wanted to. I would have let him anyways.
He made me shiver when he spoke in a soft whisper, especially when he had his mouth against my ear; he would call my name tenderly, hold my shoulders delicately and just speak my name; letting it roll off his tongue. His voice was pleasurable to hear, I found myself mesmerized at times, longing for more of his smooth accent to make me tremble and then go into a bloom of blushing.
I took a rigid breath and slowly released it. My cheeks were flushing from just thinking about what would happen between us. With a shaking hand I grasped hold of my glass and took a thin sip. I thought about his body, he was beautiful. When I first saw him naked I had lost my breath and become woozy. He wasn't extremely fit but he wasn't a small guy either, which on him was very sexy. Though he wasn't out in the battle field, everyone in the military was required to have some kind of fitness if war ever broke out.
Just as I was about to take another sip there was a firm knock on the front door. Who in the Hell would be here at this time? It's nearly midnight.
I pulled myself from the mattress and walked sloppily to the door where another knock was followed by the first one. Probably some drunken man coming back from a holiday party and thinking this was their room, it had happened several times before.
I unlatched the lock and pulled the door to where my face was visible. Speak of the devil.
“Hughes?”
“Hey, I came by to bring you some cake that Fuery made, since you didn't make it to the party; it's pretty good, I never knew he could cook” Maes ran a hand through his ebony locks and readjusted a box under his right arm. He sounded upset but he put on a simple smile none the less.
“Oh, that was tonight? I'm so sorry. Uh, would you like to come in and have a drink?” I offered with a soft voice and moved out of the way; I had forgotten about the party even though I wasn't going to go in the first place, I should have called him at least and told him I wasn't going to make it. He accepted the offer and walked in with his head down.
Just like he had done every time he came over to my apartment, he slipped off his shoes at the door and pushed them aside with his foot.
I brushed my hair out of my face and went into the kitchen, as I rounded the corner to go into it I saw him watching me with a worrisome look. As soon as my bare feet grasped to the linoleum, I looked down; I was still in my uniform, minus the coat, that was probably why he was looking at me in such a way.
I fumbled for a glass and quickly poured him what I knew he always drank when he was here; red wine.
Taking the wine, I slipped silently back to where he was and found him sitting on my couch, just in front of my bed. Also mute, I offered the glass, he said a soft `Thank you', and I sat on the edge of the mattress. Clasping my cold hands together, I stared for a moment at the carpet beneath my bare feet and how it would move determining on where I wiggled my toes.
“Roy,” Maes started slowly, sitting his glass down on the closest table, “I know this isn't any of my business, and that you probably won't tell me”, saying this much, he paused to adjust his glasses better upon the bridge of his nose, “but, what has been wrong with you lately? At work, when I do see you, you barely even talk to me let alone even look at me; I just, I want to know.” His voice sounded desperate which caused me to be taken back for a moment. I lifted my head and glanced at him as he folded his hands neatly onto his lap. “You've been drinking. Roy, that isn't you; look, look at yourself!” He pointed at me and then lowered his head so that I could no longer see his face while retracting his hand back onto his lap and into a fist. “This just isn't… you.”
My fingers tightened suddenly between the creases in my uniform pants on their own accord, most likely helping me from bursting out in tears or even snapping. Why I would snap I hadn't the slightest idea, but lately, I didn't trust myself, action wise.
“This isn't good for you Roy, not any of this, and I-“
“No! Don't your start this bullshit with me!” I stood shakily and screamed at the top of my lungs, my fist was moving so hard against my leg from trembling that I had a feeling there would be a bruise there in the morning. “You come into MY home, during the holidays and complain about the way MY life is being lived. Don't you worry any more because you aren't a part of MY life anymore, you walked out of it, don't pity me and ask me to change when I don't have to, I don't need to. Don't fucking tell me what to do!” I slung my hand in front of my body in a quick, weary wave and withdraw it violently into my stomach, tears had way before began to drizzle smoothly from my eyes. Maes watched with shock on the edge of his seat, probably not expecting me to explode like that.
“Roy…” Maes reached out an unsteady hand towards me.
“Get out.”
“But, Ro-“
“OUT! Get out, get out, get out!” This time I wasn't yelling. I cursed several times before turning away from Hughes crying in thick, yet silent sobs. I heard a rustle from behind me but I didn't bother. I thought he had left until I felt his arms go on either side of my waist and pull me into a comforting hug.
“Why?” I asked, “Why did you leave me? Why did we have to stop loving each other?”
“Roy, I didn't leave you because I wanted to,” he sounded shocked that I had just said something like that, “I only left you because of your job. What would others' think if they saw us? You would lose your job; I didn't want that, not after I had the knowledge that you loved what you did. I didn't want you to suffer over me; I wanted you to be happy.”
`This time, this place, misused, mistakes. Too long, too late, who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance, just one breath, just in case there's just one left, cause you know, you know, you know…
“But don't you see? I'm not happy! You should know that I love you more than any job or any other person,” I grasped his hands roughly and held them against my chest, my head lowered to where my eyes couldn't be seen, “if we love each other, we shouldn't care about what others' think, no matter who it is. And Maes, I could love no job more than I love you.”
`I love you, I loved you all along, I miss you, been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go; stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.
“I'm so sorry.” Maes buried his head into my shoulder and let out a gentle sob; “I shouldn't have done this, none of this would have happened, and you would still be happy. Roy, you do know I still love you? I love you; I only did this for you; I love you with all my heart!”
“But, you already have someone, someone else who can love you more, and can show you they do to the world” I whispered with closed eyes and caressed his fingers with my thumb. I knew I could never have Maes for my own, it was impossible. Even if we were to be together, I would always have this sick feeling that I took him from someone that could love him more.
`On my knees, I'll ask, last chance for one last dance. `Cause with you, I'd withstand all of Hell to hold your hand. I'd give it all, I did for us, give anything but I won't give up, cause you know, you know, you know…
I lowered my head more until he caught my chin and forced me to look at him. “Did you not listen to me? I only dated another person so you wouldn't lose your job, not because I didn't love you.” He lifted my face a bit more, “just as you said you could love no one else as much as you love me,” he brought his lips down against mine softly and held me closer, I felt my knees quack and hands grasp tighter onto his; he pulled his face away only a little from mine, “I could love no one else as much as I love you.”
`I love you; I loved you all along, and I miss you, been far away for far too long, I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go, stop breathing if I don't see you anymore…
After that moment, we lost track of everything; it was like when we first had made love; all time seemed to stand still while we were with each other, intertwined in one another. I didn't want time to go any further.
“M-Maes.”I was afraid I was grasping a hold of the man's shoulders too hard because even I could imagine how much someone digging their nails into my skin would hurt, but I had to have something to hold.
“Unh.” Maes murmured out; I wasn't sure if he was trying to talk or he was moaning as he ran his tongue along my bare neck. He thrusted his hips against mine pulling in and out at a steady pace; the bed quacking under us only adding more drama to the ecstasy.
So this is what make-up sex is like? I never knew how much tension having Maes gone created because I had constantly pushed him from my mind, not wanting a thing to do with him, but suddenly, with just a touch of his hand, I feel like I've been dehydrated and Maes is the only one that can quench my thirst.
`Like a virgin, oh! Touched for the very first time. Like a virgin!'
(A/N: Oh, I just HAD to do it :P)
I wrapped my legs securely around the small of Maes' back, pulling him deathly closer with each thrust, my head hung arched as my body soaked in the pleasure, the smells and the sounds; just like when he first touched me.
My hands roamed around the soft skin on his back trailing beaded sweat as they groped their way mindlessly. I pushed them into Maes' jet black hair and clenched tightly pulling his face closer to mine, stroking tender lips together and locking tongues that had longed to meet again for so long now.
`So far away, so far away, been far away for far too long, so far away, so far away, been far away for far too long, but you know, you know, you know…
We fought our tongues in a battle of dominance, Maes, of course winning, pushing my farther into the soft sheets, pulling his erection out and then slamming it back in; hands on either side of my shoulders; his eyes staring straight into to mine as they glazed over.
I moaned thickly but forced my eyes to stay on his, I wouldn't turn away, no matter how intense the moment was becoming, and no matter if my eyes burned for moisture, I wouldn't look away.
`I wanted, I wanted you to stay, cause I needed, I need to hear you say; I love you, I loved you all along, and I forgive you, for being away for far too long. So keep breathing, cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it, hold onto me and never let me go. Keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go.'
Maes thrusted several more times, deeper and harder until he hit a certain spot that made my eyesight dim for a moment; a moan released itself without my command only causing the man above me to continue the pace, slamming into that wholesome spot over and over, my body trembling with overwhelming pleasure. I tried keeping my hands in one place, but my body wouldn't allow it as I tensed up, climaxing with my back arched, forcing my chest into Maes' and screaming his name.
His name was like I had never said it before, falling so alien off my tongue which had before, called it out in bliss, my body falling limp followed by Maes, curling around me with his arms around my chest, pulling me against him. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, intoxicated with his beauty.
Our breathing became one as we fell sound asleep in one another's' arms, legs over legs, and hearts reunited.
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After that we reacquainted ourselves, spending more time together in both the office and in a home setting. I was still fairly upset about us; it wasn't fair to Gracia, but, I wanted Maes, I loved him far too much to just give him up.
When he died, I lost it, but I didn't show it, I tried my best to keep it in, and I did, only letting it out when I got home or where nobody else was around. I miss him so much, I want him back, but I know that will never happen. He's gone.
`I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams, and tonight, it's only you and me.'
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Authoress notes: *Holds up shield* don't kill me! I know there is a lack of mansex, but as I said in the first part, if you didn't read it, I couldn't force mansex on those two like that; my romantic side got the better of me! *kicks television* Damn you Titanic with all your romantic sex scenes and damn you cursed mind in which can't think obscene thoughts!!!!*rolls on floor pulling out hair* I again apologize for the lack of lemons, but I do promise more and have gotten two requests for couples, so I shalt do my best and pack them full ^-^
Ideas, flamers and comments are always welcome and as I've said; if you have a couple you want done, just leave a comment and I'll get to it*glomps*
Songs: 3 Doors Down: Here Without You
Nikelback: Far Away
Madonna: Like A Virgin (ha, that was a joke :P)
The songs really do go with the story, though if you listen to them while reading, expect yourself to cry, I did while writing it… gawd damn my romantic loving side!
I hope you enjoyed the second entry and hopefully the third will be to every bodies liking^-^
*flies off on giant energizer bunny*
Yes, I understand that Maes is/was married and had a daughter in whom he gloated about religiously, but us yaoi fans can dream can't we? Hell yes we can *eats a cookie*
You know the deal, Arakawa owns her stuff and I my, yaoiness :P, ideas, comments and flamers are welcomed. Now I must leave thee to read. Enjoy the lemony goodness *poke*
*Drinks a cappuccino and eats a Krispy Cream doughnut*
P.O.V- Mustang; and most of these are going to be in flash back version with bits of 3 Doors Down- Here Without You here and there, and other songs perhaps.
Notes: Regular font is when they talk; italic font is when the characters' aren't talking, and bold italic is when Roy is narrating. Enjoy ^-^
Oh, and to let you know before you murder me brutally, this is going to be more romantic then sex…I couldn't force myself to make it only for the sex(though that's what the title says *sighs* I'm a worthless authoress, I might as well go and jump in front of an oncoming mini bus… but I promise I will do another with this couple and fill it to the brim with mansex :P
~Enjoy.
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Lemon's INC
`Entry Two: MustangxHughes'
Maes Hughes. What can I say about Brigadier-General Hughes?
He was a great man; a strong leader… well I can't say he was a leader, heh; more of a follower. He was everything a friend could be, like a brother. Actually, he was more than a friend or a brother; he was a tender lover. I miss him dearly each and every waken moment; even in my dreams.
`A hundred days to make me older, since the last time that I saw your pretty face, a thousand lies to make me colder, and I don't think I can look at this the same. And all the miles that separate, disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face.
Yes, we were lovers; unnatural ah? The world might have thought that if only they knew. We kept it secret like any other couple like us would have; I personally thought it would last but I was wrong on one level; relationships can only go so far until there isn't a spouse for the other. Death took Hughes out of the relationship.
I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind, I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time, I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams, and tonight, its only you and me.'
Maes wanted to get married to a woman so eyes wouldn't be watching us and so our military jobs wouldn't be on the line, he encouraged me to do the same but I refused; we broke the relationship off and went on as friends, no one never knew or had any idea. I cried distraughtly but carried on with life. We would often run into each other in an awkward moment, nothing would happen; not until old times kicked in.
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Its December I believe. Some cold month like that; I haven't been paying attention much to the dates or seasons. Time has seemed to be flying by and nothing really matters to me now. This could be a loss of my job if I continue these unmotivated days; dragging around my office. Yes, I do believe it is December because everyone in Central is in a cheery mood; even the strict Hawkeye happens to be in an upward demeanor. I guess it's normal for them to be this way around the holidays.
I flipped uninterestedly through a pile of papers only catching glints of ranks and names; not noticing whether they were going to be on holiday leave or working over time here. My mind was too busy else where; I would do all this work over my holiday leave. It wasn't like I had anywhere special to go or anyone special I was going to be with.
Again I rummaged through the paperwork with half-opened eyes begging that this day would come to a quick end. I had already begun to plan what I would do for the evening. Perhaps if I wasn't as lazy as I had been I would cook a decent enough meal to eat and then read or something. After all, my weekends consisted of either work or reading a novel, entertaining ah? Well it is for me anyways. It always gave me a reason to think about my life and what I should do every day for the rest of it; how I should dress, what I should eat. Maybe even who I would spend the rest of my years with.
“Looking a little tense there, something wrong sir?” Hawkeye looked at me curiously from where she stood sorting medicals for the soldiers; I had almost forgotten that anybody else was in the office with me. I've been really bad about drifting off in thought lately. “Nothing,” I lowered my head with a brief sigh that warmed the backside of my hand, “Nothing at all.” I thought the day would continue as silent and dull as it already was, but how terribly wrong I was.
“Yo!” Maes announced with a raised hand and a bright smile as he barged casually into the room. Almost every time I saw him he always had a smile plastered on his face. It seemed as though nothing could remove it.
“Hello Hughes.” Hawkeye murmured with closed eyes as she tapped a stack of files into a neat pile then moving to another. I said nothing but flipped through another folder, Maes eyeing me the whole time with a curious expression and then switching over to a cocky smirk.
“I don't get a hello sir?” He asked with a cheesy smile while sitting his rear end on my desk, and most of the paper work. My hand too might have fallen victim to his ass if I hadn't have moved it.
“Hello.” I muttered without looking at him; I could tell he was frowning even with my bangs hanging dramatically in my eyes. “What brings you into my office? Must be something important for you to walk all the way to the other side of the building.” I lifted my eyes and gave a sheepish smile. I was too sarcastic for my own good. Maes watched me for a moment with a blank face before replacing it with a goofy look. “Yes, I came in here to get a report on how the filing is coming along, plus I wanted to visit.” He smiled with a pointed finger. “Which means I'll be in here for a while with a clip board and a pen.”
“You can't sit on the paper work though if you are going to stay in here.” I mumbled with a thick sigh. He looked down to the papers and said a quick `oh, sorry' before sliding off and onto the floor, then going to the nearest chair and plopping down into it with a clip board. What a day this was going to turn into.
Every now and then I would hear scribbles and taps coming from Hughes who, if he didn't have his head down looking at the notes, was staring at me behind his sun-glared glasses. I wonder what would happen if I suddenly turned to look at him, he'd probably fall over with shock or something. That's how intensively he was watching me.
I ignored his presence and actually did my work instead of gazing at it with hope that the day was over, with Hughes staring at me it wasn't helping out either. Ever since we broke up two months ago he had been visiting me constantly to talk about how things were going, neither of us even speaking of relationships though I knew he was dating a woman, he tried not talking about her around me.
“I'm done for the day lieutenant; do I need to file these in with Hughes sir?” Hawkeye mumbled and suggested towards the pile of folders on her desk.
“Just fill out a report of what you were working on and every soldier's name, which should be enough, or a list perhaps. Whatever's better.” I announced and looked at Hughes in question. He merely nodded and then went over to where Riza was. Damn, she was already done, that means I'm going to be left alone here with him until I get done. I've been trying to avoid him; I guess it just isn't going to happen.
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Riza left not long after handing Hughes a list of every soldier she had done a report on, leaving me uncomfortable at my desk. Its not that I'm uncomfortable being around the man, it's just, I can't be around him without having memories drug up and then I'm left in an awkward situation. It happens every time with Maes.
“So, how's things been around here?” With `around here' he means `with me' and how much my life is either sucking or being blissfully cheerful.
“Just peachy.” I mumbled rather slowly while scribbling on a sheet of paper making it look like I was doing something important.
“You know, the holidays are coming soon, I was wondering, if you had plans because my girlfriend and I are throwing a little party with some people from her work and from here.”
I had planned on doing what I always did, sit at home. “Thank you, but, I don't know if I can come, I'm not much into getting out at parties and,” Maes cut in, “please… we'd love having you there.” Yeah, we. It can't be `I'd love having you there,' it had to be `we'.
“So what do you say?”
“Do you enjoy interrogating me while I work?” I laid my pen down and asked with simple sarcasm. It was the mix between a joke and annoyance.
“Yes, and I can enjoy interrogating you on your breaks if you want.” He smiled sheepishly and leaned forward in his chair. His smiles always got to me. “So…” He was sticking his neck out and had a brow risen in question.
“I'll think about it.” Of course I wasn't going; I didn't want to have to sit around people I didn't know or to see them together. I know we're not together anymore, but I'd rather gouge my eyes out then see them together in the same room. I don't hate the woman; I just don't want to be around Maes right now.
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“Damn lock.” I jiggled my apartment key violently until it got unstuck from the key hole. Ever since I had moved in it gave me trouble with unlocking it and pulling it out. I need to tell the manager about it so he can fix it for me.
I pushed the front door open with my foot because my hands were preoccupied with a stack of folders and paperwork. I couldn't seem to finish it at work because of Hughes; even though he said nothing to me, his presence was rather bothersome. At least I would have something to do on my holiday leave.
Home sweet home. Dropping the papers onto my couch, I closed the front door and locked it back. Being silent the whole time, I unbuttoned my uniform coat and tossed it too on the couch; which had become a storage area because I now had no one coming over as often. I didn't really care either. I carelessly untied my boots and dropped them by the floor mat in my kitchen. My apartment room was slightly small, but big enough for one person. The biggest `room' had to be the living room because it was a combination of my room, nothing to keep them separated. The kitchen was the smallest and I knew that for a fact. When Maes was over and we both were in it, one of us had to either back out or plaster our bodies against the cabinets if the other one was exiting the kitchen.
I lazily walked into the living room and stared at my bed. The sheets were all tangled in one another and the pillows on the edge of the mattress. If Maes were here it would have been neatly made fist this morning. God damn why do I keep thinking about him? I can't do anything without him popping into my head. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the olive carpet. There has to be some way to stop thinking about him. There has to be.
I forced my stomach to bend as I pried my body from where I sat and strode into the kitchen. I stopped in front of a cabinet to my left which was above my coffee pot and bread box. It creaked open when I pulled it gently. Inside were several bottles of alcohol, most left over from parties or given as gifts. Wine, rum, whiskey, champagne; since when did I have champagne? Whatever the reason I chose a whiskey, clutching the half empty bottle into my hand, closing the small door and then retrieving a glass. I went back to my bed and propped against the head board with my alcohol. I sipped a small amount so that the level was now a little under the rim. I shouldn't have filled it all the way to the top, but, I am on Holiday leave after all so if I do get wasted, at least I will be at home.
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I lost count of how many glasses I had filled up; it wasn't a great amount, but I had already had a few. Maes started popping into my head. Even though I had this strong alcohol, it was making it worse with thoughts of him. I leaned against my pillow and sighed, setting the half full glass onto my night stand.
I started remembering how Maes had always soothed me when I was upset by just holding me against him. He didn't have to say anything to me; he never really asked me what was wrong because he knew. He always knew. He would look at my face and then take me into his arms, we would hold each other for hours without saying anything and it always helped me. He had a gentle touch, never abusive against me or making me do anything I wanted to. I would have let him anyways.
He made me shiver when he spoke in a soft whisper, especially when he had his mouth against my ear; he would call my name tenderly, hold my shoulders delicately and just speak my name; letting it roll off his tongue. His voice was pleasurable to hear, I found myself mesmerized at times, longing for more of his smooth accent to make me tremble and then go into a bloom of blushing.
I took a rigid breath and slowly released it. My cheeks were flushing from just thinking about what would happen between us. With a shaking hand I grasped hold of my glass and took a thin sip. I thought about his body, he was beautiful. When I first saw him naked I had lost my breath and become woozy. He wasn't extremely fit but he wasn't a small guy either, which on him was very sexy. Though he wasn't out in the battle field, everyone in the military was required to have some kind of fitness if war ever broke out.
Just as I was about to take another sip there was a firm knock on the front door. Who in the Hell would be here at this time? It's nearly midnight.
I pulled myself from the mattress and walked sloppily to the door where another knock was followed by the first one. Probably some drunken man coming back from a holiday party and thinking this was their room, it had happened several times before.
I unlatched the lock and pulled the door to where my face was visible. Speak of the devil.
“Hughes?”
“Hey, I came by to bring you some cake that Fuery made, since you didn't make it to the party; it's pretty good, I never knew he could cook” Maes ran a hand through his ebony locks and readjusted a box under his right arm. He sounded upset but he put on a simple smile none the less.
“Oh, that was tonight? I'm so sorry. Uh, would you like to come in and have a drink?” I offered with a soft voice and moved out of the way; I had forgotten about the party even though I wasn't going to go in the first place, I should have called him at least and told him I wasn't going to make it. He accepted the offer and walked in with his head down.
Just like he had done every time he came over to my apartment, he slipped off his shoes at the door and pushed them aside with his foot.
I brushed my hair out of my face and went into the kitchen, as I rounded the corner to go into it I saw him watching me with a worrisome look. As soon as my bare feet grasped to the linoleum, I looked down; I was still in my uniform, minus the coat, that was probably why he was looking at me in such a way.
I fumbled for a glass and quickly poured him what I knew he always drank when he was here; red wine.
Taking the wine, I slipped silently back to where he was and found him sitting on my couch, just in front of my bed. Also mute, I offered the glass, he said a soft `Thank you', and I sat on the edge of the mattress. Clasping my cold hands together, I stared for a moment at the carpet beneath my bare feet and how it would move determining on where I wiggled my toes.
“Roy,” Maes started slowly, sitting his glass down on the closest table, “I know this isn't any of my business, and that you probably won't tell me”, saying this much, he paused to adjust his glasses better upon the bridge of his nose, “but, what has been wrong with you lately? At work, when I do see you, you barely even talk to me let alone even look at me; I just, I want to know.” His voice sounded desperate which caused me to be taken back for a moment. I lifted my head and glanced at him as he folded his hands neatly onto his lap. “You've been drinking. Roy, that isn't you; look, look at yourself!” He pointed at me and then lowered his head so that I could no longer see his face while retracting his hand back onto his lap and into a fist. “This just isn't… you.”
My fingers tightened suddenly between the creases in my uniform pants on their own accord, most likely helping me from bursting out in tears or even snapping. Why I would snap I hadn't the slightest idea, but lately, I didn't trust myself, action wise.
“This isn't good for you Roy, not any of this, and I-“
“No! Don't your start this bullshit with me!” I stood shakily and screamed at the top of my lungs, my fist was moving so hard against my leg from trembling that I had a feeling there would be a bruise there in the morning. “You come into MY home, during the holidays and complain about the way MY life is being lived. Don't you worry any more because you aren't a part of MY life anymore, you walked out of it, don't pity me and ask me to change when I don't have to, I don't need to. Don't fucking tell me what to do!” I slung my hand in front of my body in a quick, weary wave and withdraw it violently into my stomach, tears had way before began to drizzle smoothly from my eyes. Maes watched with shock on the edge of his seat, probably not expecting me to explode like that.
“Roy…” Maes reached out an unsteady hand towards me.
“Get out.”
“But, Ro-“
“OUT! Get out, get out, get out!” This time I wasn't yelling. I cursed several times before turning away from Hughes crying in thick, yet silent sobs. I heard a rustle from behind me but I didn't bother. I thought he had left until I felt his arms go on either side of my waist and pull me into a comforting hug.
“Why?” I asked, “Why did you leave me? Why did we have to stop loving each other?”
“Roy, I didn't leave you because I wanted to,” he sounded shocked that I had just said something like that, “I only left you because of your job. What would others' think if they saw us? You would lose your job; I didn't want that, not after I had the knowledge that you loved what you did. I didn't want you to suffer over me; I wanted you to be happy.”
`This time, this place, misused, mistakes. Too long, too late, who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance, just one breath, just in case there's just one left, cause you know, you know, you know…
“But don't you see? I'm not happy! You should know that I love you more than any job or any other person,” I grasped his hands roughly and held them against my chest, my head lowered to where my eyes couldn't be seen, “if we love each other, we shouldn't care about what others' think, no matter who it is. And Maes, I could love no job more than I love you.”
`I love you, I loved you all along, I miss you, been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go; stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.
“I'm so sorry.” Maes buried his head into my shoulder and let out a gentle sob; “I shouldn't have done this, none of this would have happened, and you would still be happy. Roy, you do know I still love you? I love you; I only did this for you; I love you with all my heart!”
“But, you already have someone, someone else who can love you more, and can show you they do to the world” I whispered with closed eyes and caressed his fingers with my thumb. I knew I could never have Maes for my own, it was impossible. Even if we were to be together, I would always have this sick feeling that I took him from someone that could love him more.
`On my knees, I'll ask, last chance for one last dance. `Cause with you, I'd withstand all of Hell to hold your hand. I'd give it all, I did for us, give anything but I won't give up, cause you know, you know, you know…
I lowered my head more until he caught my chin and forced me to look at him. “Did you not listen to me? I only dated another person so you wouldn't lose your job, not because I didn't love you.” He lifted my face a bit more, “just as you said you could love no one else as much as you love me,” he brought his lips down against mine softly and held me closer, I felt my knees quack and hands grasp tighter onto his; he pulled his face away only a little from mine, “I could love no one else as much as I love you.”
`I love you; I loved you all along, and I miss you, been far away for far too long, I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go, stop breathing if I don't see you anymore…
After that moment, we lost track of everything; it was like when we first had made love; all time seemed to stand still while we were with each other, intertwined in one another. I didn't want time to go any further.
“M-Maes.”I was afraid I was grasping a hold of the man's shoulders too hard because even I could imagine how much someone digging their nails into my skin would hurt, but I had to have something to hold.
“Unh.” Maes murmured out; I wasn't sure if he was trying to talk or he was moaning as he ran his tongue along my bare neck. He thrusted his hips against mine pulling in and out at a steady pace; the bed quacking under us only adding more drama to the ecstasy.
So this is what make-up sex is like? I never knew how much tension having Maes gone created because I had constantly pushed him from my mind, not wanting a thing to do with him, but suddenly, with just a touch of his hand, I feel like I've been dehydrated and Maes is the only one that can quench my thirst.
`Like a virgin, oh! Touched for the very first time. Like a virgin!'
(A/N: Oh, I just HAD to do it :P)
I wrapped my legs securely around the small of Maes' back, pulling him deathly closer with each thrust, my head hung arched as my body soaked in the pleasure, the smells and the sounds; just like when he first touched me.
My hands roamed around the soft skin on his back trailing beaded sweat as they groped their way mindlessly. I pushed them into Maes' jet black hair and clenched tightly pulling his face closer to mine, stroking tender lips together and locking tongues that had longed to meet again for so long now.
`So far away, so far away, been far away for far too long, so far away, so far away, been far away for far too long, but you know, you know, you know…
We fought our tongues in a battle of dominance, Maes, of course winning, pushing my farther into the soft sheets, pulling his erection out and then slamming it back in; hands on either side of my shoulders; his eyes staring straight into to mine as they glazed over.
I moaned thickly but forced my eyes to stay on his, I wouldn't turn away, no matter how intense the moment was becoming, and no matter if my eyes burned for moisture, I wouldn't look away.
`I wanted, I wanted you to stay, cause I needed, I need to hear you say; I love you, I loved you all along, and I forgive you, for being away for far too long. So keep breathing, cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it, hold onto me and never let me go. Keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go, keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go.'
Maes thrusted several more times, deeper and harder until he hit a certain spot that made my eyesight dim for a moment; a moan released itself without my command only causing the man above me to continue the pace, slamming into that wholesome spot over and over, my body trembling with overwhelming pleasure. I tried keeping my hands in one place, but my body wouldn't allow it as I tensed up, climaxing with my back arched, forcing my chest into Maes' and screaming his name.
His name was like I had never said it before, falling so alien off my tongue which had before, called it out in bliss, my body falling limp followed by Maes, curling around me with his arms around my chest, pulling me against him. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, intoxicated with his beauty.
Our breathing became one as we fell sound asleep in one another's' arms, legs over legs, and hearts reunited.
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After that we reacquainted ourselves, spending more time together in both the office and in a home setting. I was still fairly upset about us; it wasn't fair to Gracia, but, I wanted Maes, I loved him far too much to just give him up.
When he died, I lost it, but I didn't show it, I tried my best to keep it in, and I did, only letting it out when I got home or where nobody else was around. I miss him so much, I want him back, but I know that will never happen. He's gone.
`I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams, and tonight, it's only you and me.'
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Authoress notes: *Holds up shield* don't kill me! I know there is a lack of mansex, but as I said in the first part, if you didn't read it, I couldn't force mansex on those two like that; my romantic side got the better of me! *kicks television* Damn you Titanic with all your romantic sex scenes and damn you cursed mind in which can't think obscene thoughts!!!!*rolls on floor pulling out hair* I again apologize for the lack of lemons, but I do promise more and have gotten two requests for couples, so I shalt do my best and pack them full ^-^
Ideas, flamers and comments are always welcome and as I've said; if you have a couple you want done, just leave a comment and I'll get to it*glomps*
Songs: 3 Doors Down: Here Without You
Nikelback: Far Away
Madonna: Like A Virgin (ha, that was a joke :P)
The songs really do go with the story, though if you listen to them while reading, expect yourself to cry, I did while writing it… gawd damn my romantic loving side!
I hope you enjoyed the second entry and hopefully the third will be to every bodies liking^-^
*flies off on giant energizer bunny*