Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lustfilled Yearnings ❯ Lustfilled Yearnings ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Lustfilled Yearnings



Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Hawkeye x Lust
Warnings: Its Yuri people do I really need to warn you?
Summary: Riza's birthday has come quietly, just the way she likes it. But, a lurker has other things in mind.
I know Yuri is not for most people, but I love this story. it was originally a B-day prezzie for my female
friend..LOL. Yes I am female as well...quit looking at me like that!!! Well...on with the show! And I do like
feed back, as this is my first Yuri fic!! When sitting down to do this, I could think of no better pair. Lust kicks
ass as well as Riza...what a force these two make!! And wouldn't Mustang like to be a fly on the wall!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my own words!!!




I have something to tell you....but I don't know how to do it. I
watch your every move, hang on your every word, hold my breath at the
glances you gift me with. Searching my thoughts for the right way to tell
you...a way that won't make you run. How can I do this? Should I do it?
Is is right, do I care? No, I don't.

You don't seem to notice me at present, I see you walking around your
room. Blood stirs in the secretest of places, for your nude and I can't
take my eyes off you. The way you walk, they swell of your hips when
you sway your way into the bathroom. Can you feel my eyes on you? Storing
away every curve, every supple bit of flesh that's for my viewing
pleasure?

You stop for a moment, ducking down low, have you found me lurking
in your private quarters un-announced? A gentle smile plays it's way
across your face, and with a small shake of the head you go into the steam
filled bathroom and close the door.

Now is my chance. You're in another place entirely, pre occupied with
the heat of the water lapping its way up your stressed filled body. The
water will help, but I hold the key to your relaxation. Only minutes
away from my goal now, I silently open the closet door. Taking a second
to breath in the sight before me. The disregarded clothing strewn
through out the room. A piece by piece trail leading to my glory which is
you. Bending down I begin to pick the articles up, the stiff feel of the
uniform pants you had on caresses my fingers, the smell of fresh cotton
twirls it's way into my nose, a tiny scrape of cloth that you call a bra
is clutched in my hands, and the treasure of treasures. The satin
covering shines in the pale artificial light, the cream colored thong, that
leaves nothing to the imagination, lies before me closest to the
bathroom door. My heart leaps, do I dare? Step my heart fluttering step I
gingerly pick it up. A smell sound trickles from the bathroom, a devilish
grin is born upon my face. So innocent you are, humming in the bath like
a child. Narrowing my eyes, flushing the ideas of child like innocence
from my mind, I do not want to think of that this moment, as I have
your panties dangled from my fingers inhaling your scent. Your own scent
that of a woman in her prime, a hot seduction of a woman. Heat floods
between my legs, the smell of you and the images that my mind plays out
for me is almost too much to bare. Just a little longer and all my
fantasies will be played out before me.

Holding my treasures to my chest, I inhale the scents and textures
once more before gently laying them down on the bed. Just the thought of
the bed wreaks havoc with my body. Soon, I console myself, soon you'll
me mine. Making my way back to the door, I can hear the angelic lithe
of your voice along with the small splashed of a person bathing. Are you
ready for me? I mentally ask you, I know you hear me not, but the thought
of your naked form covered in lilac scented bubbles drives me close to
insane.

Ready or not, my sweet, here I am. Throwing the door open, your
startled gasp clenches my lips driving me with need. Your bewildered look of
frighteness and wonderment should be frozen and left on your pretty
face forever. Do you know what you do to me? Haphazardly trying to cover
your nakedness and trying to find your voice to ask me why I am here.
Don't you know yet? Can't you figure it out? I want YOU.

With out a whisper of sound I close the distance to the tub, picking
you up the wetness of your warm body drenches my clothing, slowly
seeping its way into my cold soul. You don't even attempt to wiggle free,
for fear of falling, or just plain shock of the situation I don't know.
It doesn't matter, nothing matters except your skin sliding against
mine.

I slowly place you onto the bed, and you finally find your voice. You
ask me why I am here and what do I want. Growing in a very primal
response I tell you. "I am here for you. You're mine." Roughly pulling your
arms above your head, I secure them to the bed frame. I canna have you
getting free now can I? With this new stage in the plan you begin to
get nervous. Slightly struggling to get your hands back only excites me
more. Pulling your legs apart, I quickly tie them in place with the
black silk scarves I had saved for this very moment. Your face flushed to a
deep crimson, your eyes are showing signs of an anger beginning to
surface. I want you this way, heated and flushed, I would have it no other
way.

"The fun hasn't even started," I whisper against your calf. Licking
my way up to your parted inner thigh, your body shiver and a crop of
goose bumps flows across the expanse of your skin. Crawling up the length
of you, I pull out one more tie. A blood red strip of the coolest satin
ever harvested. Burying my hands deep into your prized blond mane, I
yank your head up drowning the gasps you create. Quickly I tie the
blinder on you before you even knew what was coming. "Now the fun starts," my
voice rasps against your cheek.

"Are you ready?" I ask once more, only now to a naked body not a cold
bathroom door. Your mews and whimpers will be the death of me. Shedding
the rest of my clothes, I begin to rub you down. Savoring in the feel
of your softness, spreading oils around your nipples, trailing the hot
liquid down your belly, dripping into your navel. Here is where I will
have you, strapped down to a bed, blinded, and spread before me. I waste
no time, bowing my head to your chest, taking in a pink nipple gently
biting it, loving the mixture of tastes. That of you and the cherry oil
that is swirled about your chest. Growling I straddle your hips,
sliding my own naked body a top yours, grinding the oils between us, my left
hand grabs violently at your other breast while my other dives into
you.

All thoughts have been forgotten as you buck under me, looking for
something, but unable to see it. My control is slipping I can feel it
slide away with every movement of your body under me. I have wanted you
like this for so long, wild and bound beneath me. Is this what you have
wanted all along too? Perhaps when all is complete I will ask you, but in
this game it matters not.

Pulling my face from your body, the weight of my core rides your bucks
and thrusts. Laughing darkly pulling out the secret weapon that has
started all of this. A large hawk's feather lies innocently in my hands,
innocent now but not for long. I let the soft bristles of the feather work
magic on your cheek. You stiffen and still, do you know what I have in
my hands I wonder? How can you, all you have is touch, scent, and
hearing for I have taken your sight. By the way your parted mouth slips into
a smirk, you know. The hawk's feather touches you so lightly that it
could be your imagination or reality. Grinding my heated lower self
against you, I let it wonder over your shaking chest drawing circles around
your redden nipples, only to move it down to your navel. How could a
part of the body, so small, so insignificant be so inviting. The feather,
now wet from the oil and our sweat, scrapes over your bellybutton
followed by my tongue. Yes, so small but so very tasty. Slowing sliding
myself down your legs, the feather tickles it way behind me. Lavishing your
perfect legs with kisses and nibbles, the feather finds its last
destination, running up the arches of your feet.

The time for playing has ended, my breasts are heavy and my own sex
is throbbing. Slipping one leg over your thigh, I pull out my last toy
to play with you. "Feel me, my shimmering beauty, smell me, taste me,
know that it is only you I have wanted for so long. This is my birthday
present for you, my fire tempered Lass." I say to you, my last words
before completion. Running my index finger across your core, I want to
hear you scream. Non-too gently I shove the rubber toy, for that is what
it truly is, inside of you wishing I had the right parts to join with
you fully. Grinding myself hard on your thigh, I search for my release as
well. Pumping you harder, thoroughly enjoying the way your chest shakes
and trembles with every thrust, so inviting I must have them. Leaning
over, nabbing of nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, pumping that silly
toy roughly inside you, I realize I have seen no greater heaven. Reaching
down I begin to rub myself, its almost time now. I can feel you start
the rise to the edge, your moans turn to screams as I thrash against
you. Pulling at your breast, slamming into you, grinding myself on you, we
are ready. With one last stroke I find the lights in the back of my
head, screaming in rapturous pleasure I bite you, marking you as mine.

With the combination of everything, my bite suckling at your wound,
the hard cock piercing you in half, my own juices flooding down your
leg, you let go. Following my screams in complete bliss.

Breathing ragged, chest heaving, body shaking violently, my mouth
still on your chest, we are one. "Happy birthday, Hawkeye." I whisper with
the last bit of my strength before falling asleep on the soft cushion of
your warm breast.