Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Loveing Breakdown (Modified) ❯ Loveing Breakdown ( One-Shot )

Chibi Eiri Yuki does NOT own any of the FMA characters shown in this writing segment.
*Imagines Roy wearing a collar & leash in a kinky outfit while being lead around by, me*

That’s not what your thinking.

> You can read minds now, huh? *Fangirl grin, with ‘twing’ as eyes* *_* Punishment is required. *Pulls out handcuffs & whip*

*Shocked eyes then takes off running*

This magnificent peace was written by Chibi Eiri Yuki, & if anyone clams it other wise..*Whips off shirt.* you will have to deal with me! *Flexes muscles.* Hum!

Thanks, Armstrong. Sorry if the spelling &/or grammar is off. My spell check & grammar check suck. Please forgive. *Bows* Enjoy. *Takes off after Roy.*

Summery: Hughes takes a side trip to go see his, newly returned friend from the Ishbal war, Roy Mustang. Only to find him trying to kill himself, as Roy breaks down, he needs all the comfort he can get. But is there a line to witch you can cross of too much comfort? (HughesxRoy) (Yaoi)

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Loving Breakdown

Hughes had taken a small deter, to East Central while, on his way back to Main Central from the assignment he had recently completed for his commanding officer. It was a long deter but, it was something he had to take to see his good friend, Roy Mustang.

In the past week Mustang had returned from the Ishbala Rebellion. Hughes had not gone there himself, but from what he heard, none of it was good news. Hughes just wanted to check up on Mustang to make sure he was handling everything okay, and was not trying to do anything stupid. He also had another motive- but did not think too much of it at the moment.

Upon reaching the East Central building there were many ‘hellos’ being called to him from coworkers that he had been friendly with in the past. Along with a bad, twisting stomach feeling. His pace quickened. This was never a good thing, especially when it came to Roy.

Hughes stopped in front of a wooden door that looked identical to every other door in the hallway, except for the name plate that was nailed on them to tell which door belonged to who. This one read ‘Flame’. Hughes smiled, raising a fisted hand to knock. He could not wait to see the look on Roy’s face.

Snickering lightly, his raised fist would make contact with the wooden object three times before announcing himself. “Surprise, surprise!” Hughes called with a wide grin on his face. His hands now placed on his hips, and his back straightened as he continued rambling. ”I bet you didn’t expect me to drop by did you, old buddy, old pal? Hehe. I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure your okay. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can’t stay to long though; I have to get back to my comm-“ He suddenly stop talking when hearing a click of two metals being latched together from inside the room.

‘Metal?’ Hughes thought as he was thinking of everything it could be. He was also waiting to receive an answer from his dark haired friend. It hit him abruptly. ‘A gun!?’ Like a reflex Hughes’ hand grabbed the doorknob sternly twisting it, finding it locked. Again a reflex would come pulling out a, small, kunai like knife. Jabbing it into the crack between the door and the wall, in just the right place. Slamming his shoulder into the door, forcefully, after taking a step back, it would bust open letting Hughes stumble in. Looking around the room before laying eyes on the zoned out black haired man.

Standing behind his desk, Roy, was slowly raising the gun towards his head, or chin with his pointer finger on the trigger. Hurrying over to him, hopping over the desk, Hughes grabbed the gun trying to yank it free of Roy’s hand. Unfortunately, Mustang’s grip was to tight to be broken with just one harsh yank. Hughes continued to tug, pull, and yank, furiously, at the, loaded, gun to get it away from Roy’s, set on suicide, hands. “Let it go Maes!” Roy demanded desperately, with plead to his voice.

“You’re crazy!” Hughes stated finally, forcefully remove the gun from Roy’s grasp, the gun going off in the process and nicking the side of Hughes’ hand. Getting the gun away Hughes’ other hand came around punching Roy in the face to snap him back to normal. “You think I’m going to just let you go and kill yourself..” Hughes said while straightening up to look Roy in the eyes, angered. “...You’re wrong!”

The friction of Hughes’ punch caused Roy to stumble backwards a bit before catching his balance and standing straight. Looking at Hughes, one of Mustang’s hands would slowly rise covering the now swelling check. It had snapped him out of whatever state he was in.

Staring at Hughes with wide eyes for a moment Roy smirked, insanely, tilting his head downward. His bangs shadow covering his eyes, he spoke. “You don’t understand Maes.” Roy’s voice was soft but loud enough to be heard. “You’ll never understand.”

Hughes’ eyes, still stern with anger, stared at the unstable, black haired, man in front of him. While pushed a small, also metal, button on the gun. The clip fell to the ground with a thud. Hughes tossed the gun across the room. “Understand what, Roy?” He waited for an explanation.

“What went on there...in Ishbala...” Mustang’s right hand clinched into a tight fist, by his side, as he continued. “They called it “war”... or “rebellion”... It was anything but that.” A tear could be reviled rolling down Roy’s check as the sunlight from the uncovered windows gleamed off it. “It was slaughter. Every one was killed no matter whom they might be. No matter gender, age, or even if they had to do with the rebellion groups or not.” Roy’s shoulders began to jerk up and down uncontrollably. Quite, quick, sniffs followed close behind his shoulders, more tears fell. “We were even forced to kill our own for helping the wounded people.” Roy’s teeth gritted roughly against each other as both of his hands, to the point of white knuckles, clinched into a fist. “How am I supposed to live with that large of sin on my shoulders? Tell me that Maze.” One of Roy’s fist, unclenched, moving to cover his face.

Hughes watched as Flame broke down while telling his story. The anger in Hughes’ eyes turned into sympathy, and he was silent. The only thing heard were the footsteps in the hall hurrying towards the room and Roy’s light sobbing.

“Sir!” A feminine voice called growing closer to the room. “I heard a gun shot come from your room so I came to make-“ Hawkeye’s voice suddenly stopped as she reached the doorway of the room, observing the seen and taking it in, Roy sobbing and, weeping in misery. While Hughes was looking at her, his hand to his side, letting blood drip to the floor from his bullet wound.

Hawkeye looked at Hughes with a questioning look in her eye asking, ‘what happened?’ Hughes just nudged his head forward giving her the order to leave and shut the door on the way out. “Yes, Sir.” She replied to the nudge as she stepped backwards out the door, closing it with a click.

Hughes looked back at the weeping Roy, although he was trying to control it now. Taking a few steps Hughes put a gentle arm around Roy. Placing his wounded hand on his back and pulled him slightly to his body, offering comfort.

Roy didn’t protest to the offering of a shoulder to cry on. He actually rather enjoyed it. Mustang buried his head down in the crook Hughes’ neck, crying softly.
Hughes brought his other hand up, placed it lightly on the back of Roy’s head. As he closed his eyes he smiled and lend his head onto Roy’s providing him as much comfort as needed. In a soft voice Hughes spoke. “Your right Roy, I don’t understand what it was like to have to kill innocent bystanders in a time of battle.” Hughes paused for a moment opening his eyes, looking for the right words. “I, somewhat, wish I could have gone with you so I could coup right now but I didn’t get chosen to go. Thou, according to you, I’m one of the lucky ones that didn’t get chosen. But,” Again Hughes paused looking at Mustang’s, slowly stopping from crying, buried head. Then spoke again. “I want to share this pain with you, to help you out of it. I hate seeing you like this Roy.”

Roy’s sobs stopped, as he slowly lifted his head up from the confine of Hughes’ shoulder. Sniffing a bit while whipping his eyes. “Thanks Hughes, but be gracious you didn’t go. Your girlfriend would be upset if you came back all damaged like me.” Roy smiled at Hughes.

Hughes’ wounded hand slid up to Roy’s shoulder as he had lifted his head. Smiling Hughes put his hand, that was on the back of Roy’s head, onto his own moving it up and down nervously while his wounded hand was placed on his hip. “Yeah I guess your right about that, haha.” He was grinning with his eyes closed when it was broken by a wince of sharp pain coming from his hand. (He finally realized he was hurt.) “Ow!” He complained looking at his hand that had, had time to cover it’s self in blood.

Roy looked at Hughes’ hand, and saw the open wound. “You idiot.” He said opening a draw to his desk, pulling out a roll of bandages. They hadn’t been used but were dusty and old. Mustang yanked the beginning of the roll up with his teeth and began to warp Hughes’ wound.

Hughes watched him warp it and smirked. “Your so dangerous now that you have to keep a roll of bandages in your desk?”

“You’re the one who’s always telling me to ‘think ahead.’” Roy finished, tarring off the end like he did to get it started.” I’m just taking your advice.”

“That Hawkeye has a good ear. She heard the shot even with the silencer on.” Hughes smirk/smiles. “Thanks for the warps by the way, and when did you start to listen to anyone else beside yourself?”

To Roy’s usual cocky, know it all, face came a blush as he was caught off guard. It was light but still seeable. Hughes lend in towards him for a better look. He snickered at the blush he saw on Roy’s face. He found it cute on him.

Roy turned his head to the side, trying to hide the redness and change the subject. “It’s not that Hawkeye has a good ear, she just watches over me and has good woman’s intuition.”

Hughes shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it. But don’t change the subject.” Hughes moved closer. “So when did you start to take advice, Roy?”

Roy took a step back as his blush grew. “I have no idea what your talking about, Maes.” He had turned his head further to the side, still trying to hide.

Hughes just thought him trying to hide was even cuter. Hughes also found this a good opportunity to tease Mustang. “It’s because you like me, right Roy?”

Roy’s head snapped back to met Hughes’ eyes, looking into them with a matching smirked mouth. He had no sign of kidding around on his face. ‘How.. How did he find out?’ Roy thought as he felt his flush grow. ‘I haven’t told anyone and the advice thing couldn’t have been a big enough hint, so how?’

Hughes smirk, and serious look faded to an eyes closed smile. “Just pulling your chain man!” He straightened back up with some muffled laughter, putting his hands back on his hips. “Man your face is red!”

Roy, now somewhat angered, turned his body to where his right side was to Hughes. He placed his right hand upon his hip, letting his head turn towards the wall as his eyes closed, scoffing. “Don’t joke around with me like that Maes.”

Hughes opened his eyes back into the serious look they had before, along with a grin. He advanced on Roy. “Why not Roy?” His square glasses caught a gleam from the light. “Unless you really do have feelings for me.”

Roy’s eyes widened as his head swiftly turned back to Hughes’ with his mouth open to say something, but did not get a word out before Hughes’ lips were pressed against his firmly. Hughes’ hands were on Mustang’s shoulders, turning him to be parallel with his body. Roy protested for a moment before giving into his long held lust. Kissing back, Roy’s arms wrapped around Hughes and closed his eyes.

Hughes’ hand moved to Roy’s work uniform top, unbuttoning the first button that held it closed. Then moved to the second one. In this time he was able to slip his tongue into Roy’s mouth, exploring it like a scientist would a newly found chemical. His arms were around Roy’s lower torso underneath his opened uniform top but above his thin white dress shirt. Hughes began to advance forwards pushing Roy against the room’s right side wall.

Before connecting with the wall Roy had let his top fall off his arms. Tensing for a moment while cold air flowed around him before Hughes’ body pressed against him warming him. He had welcomed Hughes’ tongue and was exploring his mouth as well. His knees began to shake feeling weak as Hughes deepened the kiss.

Roy panted trying to clutch onto the wall so he would not fall. But the wall had nothing to hold onto, so he clung to Hughes for support. Hughes broke their kiss with his tongue being the last thing to come out of Roy’s, begging for more, mouth. A small saliva strand still connecting the two together, until braking from being pulled to far apart.

Roy’s eyes opened looking at Hughes. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

Hughes whipped his mouth with his uniform sleeve before answering. “From watching you with all those woman.” Hughes smirked as he lend in towards Roy’s neck. “Did you like having a taste of your own medicine?” He kissed the tender skin of Mustang’s neck before chomping on it lightly. He also moved one hand from around Roy, sliding it down over his erection. Rubbing it lightly over the blue uniform pants, teasing him to say the least.

Mustang gasped and let out a soft moan not getting time to answer Hughes’ question. (Not that he wanted to.) His legs jerked slightly, apart at Hughes’ touch, trying to get him to stop his teasing. But it only continued as Hughes lapped Roy’s neck, sucking on the sweet spots lightly. Hughes’ other hand was working Roy’s dress shirt buttons open. Hughes’ hand snaked its way back up to one of Roy’s pink nubs. Pinching, twisting, and rubbing it light, hardening it.

Letting his nose tickle Mustang’s skin, Hughes’ lend his mouth down to the prepped nipple. Biting it. Roy jolted at the bite, wincing, gasping from small pain with pleaser.

Putting a hand on Hughes’ head Roy pushed it away from him for a moment. “What was that for?” He asked looking down at him.

Hughes smiled back at him. “What you didn’t like it?” Roy blushed while Hughes continued on before going back to what he was doing. “It’s not like you haven’t done it to some girl before, right? You should have seen it coming.” Hughes’ lips came in contact with Roy’s nipple again latching on and sucking gently. Roy’s shivers and moans were enough to tell Hughes he was enjoying this.

Hughes let go of the pink nub and removed his hand from Roy’s, still concealed, erection. He gripped Roy’s white shirt under the collar and slid it off his arms. Disposing of it, as it fell to the floor. While tracing a finger over Roy’s torso muscles, the other hand ran through Mustang’s hair. Tangling his fingers then pulling him into a deep kiss.

Roy’s knees shook uncontrollably until he could no longer stand with just Hughes’ support. Sliding down the wall Hughes followed the lead, slowly falling with Roy while undoing the belt that held his uniform pants up.

Once settled on the floor, Hughes broke the kiss and pecked Roy’s chin. Then under his chin, then his neck, then down the middle of his chest and ab muscles. Stopping his kissing at Roy’s belt line. Hughes unzipped and unbuttoned Mustang’s blue uniform pants. Reaching in the white boxer briefs, Mustang wore; Hughes took hold of Roy’s throbbing member.

“Ah!” Roy panted while jolting his back into an arch, pushing off the wall with his shoulders. Although expecting it, it still surprised Roy when Hughes got a firm grip on him. Body shuddering Roy moaned as Hughes began to stroke him. It was Hughes’ bandaged hand giving Roy the hand job. The texture was rough and against one another, giving a pull to Roy’s cock.

Kissing his way down one of Roy’s thighs, after pulling down his pants and briefs, Hughes licked the hilt of Roy’s hard, quivering for more, length. He worked his way up, then down the other side, back up to lick off the pre-cum and swallowed it while slowly consuming Roy’s member in the confines of his mouth. Sucking while letting it slid in and out of his mouth but never letting it be fully removed.

Roy’s moans grew as Hughes advanced at getting him to climax. But his moans were still soft since they were in the office. He did not want to draw attention to the room. People tend to be noise around here, hearing ‘pleasurable moans’ coming from a room with only tow guys in it would intrigue their curiosity into entering unannounced. Seeing to how Hughes had broken the lock when he forced his way in earlier there was no way to keep that from happening.

Hughes felt Roy’s holding back and, after thinking about it understood why. Giving an agreeable feeling back, he helped Roy muffle his moans. Hughes reached one hand up to Roy’s face. With his pointer finger and middle finger together, prepared, Hughes glided them into Roy’s opened, gasping, mouth surprising him. Roy sucked on the two fingers lightly getting them wet and lube up. Hughes sucked hard on Roy’s member while being to move faster, his other hand fiddling with Roy’s sake.

Roy was bucking into Hughes’ mouth when he hit the right spots and his sucking intensified. Feeling climax grow closer and closer Roy finally exploded, sparing his seed in Hughes’ mouth. Biting down on Hughes’ fingers when tensing up from the orgasm Roy slowly relaxed, closing his eyes to enjoy the pleaser he felt through out his body.

Hughes had swallowed, all but what rested on his tongue of, Roy’s cum. Lifting off Roy’s satisfied member he moved up on his body to his face. Replacing his fingers with his tongue and lips giving Mustang a good taste of himself. Mustang didn’t protest against this but then again he was probably to zoned, too.

Hughes slowly broke away from Mustang’s lips with a smile as he took off his glasses with his dry hand. Hughes’ reached behind him, setting them on top of Roy’s desk then lend back towards Roy putting a hand on the wall next to Mustang’s head. His elbow bent as he lend in towards Roy’s face. Kissing him on the check and, whispering something in his ear. “It’s my turn now.”

Mustang’ snapped out of this pleasured state when he heard Hughes’ statement and felt an air-cooled, wetted, finger enter him. Followed by another. Side by side they probed him peppering him for Hughes’ entry. Gritting his teeth, and shutting his eyes tightly Roy’s hands clinched onto Hughes’ shoulders as his body tensed.

“You need to relax Roy or it’ll hurt.” Hughes said while fiddling with Roy’s ear, nibbling at the lobe & sucking on it.

Roy opened one of his eyes and looked at him, straining. “Easy for you to say Maze.” He replied with a grunt to his voice when he noticed something. In the whole time they had been intimate Hughes had not lost no peace of clothing. Besides his glasses, witch he took off. “How did this happen?” Mustang questioned with another grunt.

Hughes raised his head, looking at Roy questioningly for a minuet when he moved his hand from the wall and snapped his fingers. That idiotic look came to his eye that he was going to ramble on about nothing. (Like when he talks about his daughter.)

“Well,” He began. “I came to see you to say “hi” and found you trying to comet secede. So I busted in the door, got the gun away from you while it went off and hurt my hand. Knocked you to your senses. Then you broke down telling me what was wrong. I comforted you while you clammed down. Wrapping up my hand I joked around with you, it ended up being serous. I came onto you, now here we are!” Hughes grinned, ridiculously, looking down at Roy.

With a sweat drop going along the side of his forehead Roy’s annoyed expiration, along with his voice, showed his dislike in Hughes’ literacy of the question. “That’s not what I meant.” He told Hughes as he shifted, lifting his upper body up with support from his arms.

Hughes looked at him questioningly again. “Then what did you mean?” He asked watching Roy adjust himself to a more comfortable position for the moment.

“I meant how am I the only one undressed?” Roy looked at Hughes for his answer.

Hughes smiled again. “That’s easy” Hughes said leaning in towards Roy as he had done before. “You have yet to undress me.” Hughes’ smile turned into a, cocky, smirk making Roy blush. Hughes moved forward to Mustang’s ear. Nibbling on his ear lobe and rolling his tongue over it.

“Because I haven’t undressed you? What am I, your slave?” Roy said with a scoff and, a slight grin.

“For now.” Hughes whispered into Roy’s ear catching him off guard when pushing, his still probing fingers, in more. Roy tensed, gasping, and clutching onto Hughes, again, falling into the position he was in before propping himself up. His eyes closed tight. His teeth gritted together roughly before he relaxed his body.

There was still a strain in Roy’s eyes as he opened them, leaning up to the first button on Hughes’ uniform top undoing it with his mouth, same with the second one. Now Hughes’ top was opened and sliding off one shoulder while Roy kissed him. Starting to take off Hughes’ under shirt he felt Hughes’ probing fingers be removed. Wincing, Roy broke their kiss and, removed Hughes’ under shirt making him topless.

Hughes let the uniform shirt and, under shirt fall to the floor while undoing his belt, pant’s button, and zipper. Pulling out his rock hard erection, he spread Mustang’s legs, positioning himself. After Hughes coated his cock with spit for lube, he nudged at Roy’s opening. He felt Roy tense up again as he slowly pushed in letting him adjust.

Roy groaned, his eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted harshly once more. It was odd what Roy was feeling. He was not even sure if it was more anguish or rapture. Clutching to Hughes again, Roy dug his nails into Hughes’ back, by mistake, bringing more pain to their pleaser.

Hughes winced at the clawing Roy was doing but said nothing. Once fully inside, he placed his hands on Roy’s hips, holding them still, while he began to slowly pump. Thrusting in and out he would gradually go faster.

Roy’s moans got louder as Hughes pumped, hitting his prostate every time. Remembering he was still in the office Roy released one of his hands from clutching Hughes placed the back of it over his mouth biting down on the lose skin lightly.

Hughes, continuing his thrusting, shuddering at Roy’s tightness, then began to feel Roy met his thrust. Hughes looked at him, in surprise, as he could see a smirk on Roy’s face now from under his hand and smiled in return.

Roy soon reached hardness again as Hughes repeatedly teased him, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Noticing this, Hughes’ bandaged hand released its grasp on Roy’s hip to take hold of his member. Stroking it.

Roy gasped bucking into Hughes’ touch while still meting his thrust. He soon got a steady rhythm going for it only to, slowly, break as he felt bliss come into his range.

Sparing his second orgasm on Hughes’ hand and their stomachs, Roy’s muscles contracted around Hughes’ length letting him have his release.

Breathing heavily Hughes laid atop Roy with his arms around him, holding him as he relaxed in his own ecstasy. He pulled out the white thickening liquid ran followed after hitting the wood floor.

Removing his hand from his tooth hold, Roy reached down to Hughes’ floor fallen cum. Picked some up with his middle and pointer finger. Bringing them back up he entered them into Hughes’ opened mouth for him to lick them clean. Hughes did as Roy suggested, sucking on the two fingers lightly before they were taken away.

Both Roy and Hughes laid there for a bit, in silence while catching their breaths. Roy was the first to speak. “I guess you have to leave now?” Roy sat up letting his back be supported by the wall. Hughes did not move while listening to Roy. “Since you have to give a report to your commanding officer, right?”

Hughes shrugged. “Not necessarily.” He stated still laying on Roy as he had started to dress himself. Putting his uniform pants back on along with his briefs first. “I can always give it to him over the phone and take a few days off.”

Roy looked at him in wonder. “Take a few days off?”

“Yeah,” Hughes replied as he got off Roy, tapping him on the nose with his pointer finger and smiled. “so I can stick around here to make sure your not going to try anything like you did today.”

Roy blushed for a minute before scoffing, turning his head away. “Yeah, whatever.”

Hughes smiles and puts his glasses on to see everything better. ”Hey, Roy?” He said as he zipped, buttoned, and buckled his pants up while adjusting himself into an Indian stile sitting position. He looked at the ground with worried eyes.

Roy was reaching for his uniform top, and dress shirt. “What is it Maes?” When picking it up, his top, he saw the blood stain Hughes hand had made when he was comforting him earlier. A small vain came to the corner of Roy’s forehead, more annoyed, knowing he was going to have to take it to the cleaners twice.

“Would this be considered cheating?” Roy snapped his head to Hughes looking at his upset, worried, concerned face as he continued. “Because if it is I’m going to have to keep it from my girlfriend and that could be difficult. She tends to get the best of me most the time. You know how she is.”

Roy frowned, again turning away from Hughes putting on his blood stained uniform. “If you were going to have to worry about this afterwards, why did you do it in the first place?” Roy’s know it all self was back.

Hughes answered with a slight chock in his voice. “Because...” He began. “That was the second reason I came here for...” Hughes’ voice was soft.

Roy turned back to look at him with surprised eyes as he saw a tear run down Hughes check from closed eyes and lightly gritted, under lips, teeth. Mustang’s eyes went from stern to sympathetic as he watched Hughes break. Leaning forward Roy, lovingly, kissed him one last time.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hoped you liked it. It’s my first fanfic so if it wasn’t great, I’m sorry. Please read & review. Comments, complaints, or suggestions for improvement, please tell. Thanks!
(Roy has been caught by the way. *Has him on leash!* Hehehe. Now go away.. I’m gonna do stuff to him..<< >>)

Note: I have probably confused you on the whole Hughes-daughter-girlfriend thing. When I talked about Maes daughter it was for an example of how he looked. In case my description wasn’t clear. Another thing to know is that this is the modified version of this fic. At this time you’re probably going ‘OH MY GOD! NO WAY!’ But yes way. I tried my best to catch all the grammar mistakes. I added a lot of stuff & changed things around. Sorry if it’s still not perfect. I’m trying to improve! *Bows*