Nadine Jansen Pragnant

[Fullmetal Alchemist] pretend to be him

title: Pretend to be him
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang
Pairing: Havoc / Riza, implied! Havoc / Roy / Riza
Prompt: After work
Rating: NC-17
Party: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Het descriptive, post-series, pwp, self! love, threesomes, voyeurism.
Spoiler: Chapter 108
Word Count: 4519 ( Contaparole )
Summary: "What do you want?" The question of Havoc, so strangely direct - so damn direct - made her tremble from the bones and Riza, after just one second hesitation, she bit her lower lip and for the first time, looking at him, appeared on his face an expression of supplication. "Pretend you're him," he said.
Notes: Written for the fourth edition of P0tn Fest organized by the community fanfic_italia . A big thanks to mapi_littleowl that not only gave me the prompt, but that he also read a preview. I love you, tesorissimo. ♥
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


"And this is done,"
Lieutenant Jean Havoc's voice broke the silence in that room which had fallen like a bomb and Captain Riza Hawkeye, sitting at a desk that took up one of the chief the archive of the Headquarters of East City to retest for the fiftieth time to some reports, I nearly jumped away in fright. He raised his head suddenly, in fact, and batting her eyes quickly began to lay the man who sat in front and that, with an idiotic smile on his face, held her arms in the air as if a runner reached first in the race more of his life.
"He knows what pops into your mind, Lieutenant?" His voice was firm, stern, and as if he had just realized at that moment was not alone in that office, Havoc quickly lowered his hands and looked at her guiltily. "Please forgive me, sir ..." he said, while her cheeks were colored bright red. "I was so happy I finally finished these damn relationships I could not control myself. I'm sorry. "
Riza sighed, shaking his head from side to side. "Okay, okay, I guess it was a tough day for everyone. But next time try to avoid these kinds of events, right? "Havoc leaned his forehead, smiling with a raised corner of the mouth and eyes that seemed to constantly ask her if she was doing the right thing, and reached for Riza him. "If you're done then give me your reports and go home, it's late."
Havoc looked briefly blinked and then, instead of obeying and run away, now that he finally had the chance, you looked back at the large clock on the wall. "I'm so sorry," he said, shifting his eyes back on the woman in front of him. "It's been so long only because of me ..." Riza
shrugged. "You have to pick up the pace," he said, understanding, and then bent his lips in a gentle smile tilting her head slightly to one side. "You're just back to office work, I imagine that the store of your you did not have to fill all these papers."
"No, in fact," he admitted, but after throwing another glance towards the clock sighed, face each other with a guilty look, like that of a puppy to the perennial search of pampering. "But that I should serve as an excuse, it's my job, after all ... Let me give you a hand to fix everything: In two will get far less time and I will not have guilt for the whole night thinking about her here alone to work while I take a rest undeserved. Please. "On its face, if possible, had just appeared a still more guilty than the one that had shown up to that point and Riza took a deep breath air from the nose, averting his eyes for a few seconds.
was not necessary that he remained, but if he had told her to go Havoc would eventually make you feel guilty, and if he had said as they were indeed the case, he would insist on her home. Which, given the circumstances, she would have much preferred to avoid at all costs: not knowing what he could do or say if the man had remained close for too long, and the avoidance of doubt it was better to get rid of his company . "Go home, Havoc. For now you have really done enough. "
He stood up, taking the case to some documents and going to put them in their place, and when she came back, hoping that Havoc had finally decided to go along with it, if he found himself in the foot and take him long to realize that if they had not given a convincing reason he would leave. He sighed, jumping quickly looked around, looking for a loophole, but at that very moment on his face and his eyes seemed to appear a shadow, and people noticed. He frowned, feeling as if something in his chest and his stomach, twisting them, and when she returned to look at him straight in the eye, he knew.
"There's something wrong, Captain?" Havoc was never good at lying, pretending to feel something when in fact they were very different feelings that stirred within him, and though he tried in every ways to maintain a firm voice, to sound worried, but could not prevent her voice vibrates with satisfaction. What look, quell'esitazione that she had shown him, could say only one thing, could only mean that, even though it was past all that time, things had not changed.
Riza had no trouble understanding what was passing in the mind of the man who sat in front, but despite everything - despite the fact that she would still have to send him away, tell him that there was no problem, lie to - could not do anything. He looked away and remained silent for a few seconds, the contracted jaw, teeth clenched, but then, suddenly, a voice in her head told her that it was useless to pretend with him that this was a losing battle, and so she stood on tiptoe and flung her arms around his neck.
Havoc leaned forward, not just the Riza is pressed against, and without which neither said a word of mouth she leaned on her, his tongue between his lips, and the man put a hand on the neck, and pulled even against, to feel her soft body against his. He replied with vehemence to the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth for him to be able to direct the play, and then slid his hands down his back up to her buttocks and pulled her up in his arms, making her sit on his desk, between the ratios that are now no longer interested in any of two. Riza groaned into his mouth when he accidentally pressed the breasts with too much vehemence, and then went away for air, red-faced, guilty.
"What do you want?" The question of Havoc, so strangely direct - so damn direct - made her tremble from the bones and Riza, after one second of hesitation, she bit her lower lip and for the first time, looking , appeared on his face an expression of supplication. "Pretend you're him," he said.

There were many things that Brigadier General Roy Mustang could not bear, the military life, but the one most of all he did was go to the beast paperwork. It was not possible that an officer of his rank would still be inundated with cards and after he had made yet another signature on a document that damn did not care nothing about, cursed cursed Riza and her work. "It's his job to make sure that I will not be covered by this useless stuff! I swear that next time he tells me that she and Havoc are very old system reports will make them run around the headquarters for all working hours. "He slammed his forehead against the desk. "I bet those two have already finished for a while and left me here. Alone. "
breathed deeply, calm, imposing, and only finally got up after a minute head and reached into his pocket, his fingers clutching the cold metal of his watch - the symbol that testifies to the fact that he was a State Alchemist - and studied the dial. The hands that marked that there were a handful of minutes to ten ticks loudly and Roy decided that he had worked enough and that nothing now prevented him from going home in peace. He closed
silver watch with a click and after pretending to rearrange the slaughter of scattered papers on his desk he grabbed a block and went without hesitation to the door of his office. Once he walked off the light-by-step martial badly lit corridor, throwing off and on looks of pure hatred towards the dark and deserted offices - which can in there there was only him to work? - And as I descended the stairs he turned to his left, directly to the archives. It was not necessary that he promptly filed the papers, but had to be certain that those who had always regarded as his most loyal subordinates had not really abandoned there.
"Of course they did not, 'he said, as his goal was made every second closer. "They knew that I had work to finish, they would not ever gone away without me ..." the tone of his voice contradicted much of the security His words, but when he found himself at the door of the archive and opened her lips let out a relieved sigh. There were still lights on over there, where Roy could be the desk, and without that he could do nothing to prevent her lips curled into a satisfied smile fluttered in his chest while a strange satisfaction.
How could I doubt them, it was said, in a tone of mock reproach, moving his head from side to side, and then slipped quietly into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Trying to make as little noise as possible - had not quite find out, not before he had appeared before them - took a few steps to the only source of light, but gradually approaching a smile on his lips regressed even more and when it was nothing more than a single high shelf to keep his eyes to see the occupants of the room his face had appeared an expression halfway between the bewildered and amazed.
There was definitely something strange in what they were hearing his ears - rapid breathing, low lines and sometimes sharp sometimes held far more suitable place, not to a Military Archives - and when they raised enough courage to do the step that separated him from discovering what was going on in there he found himself against his will to hold my breath and pray that his the faithful subject had given up there for everyone to go home. Then he made that step.
"Shit!" The word had escaped from his throat choked, he could not do anything to prevent it, and immediately Roy has been hiding behind the top shelf with shortness of breath and eyes wide open. It was not possible, simply was not possible. He swallowed, still trying to make as little noise as possible - but appear before them! You have to get away Roy, and quickly - and after a few seconds, when he thought to have calmed down enough to get out of there without the saw, even threw a quick glance from behind the shelf, not knowing if deemed amused angry or offended.
From Havoc me something so I could even imagine. But Captain! The scene that presented itself before my eyes was something grotesque, from his perspective, and despite repeated Roy continued to go there and drink enough to forget there was something that kept his eyes glued on the figures that moved rhythmically in front of him. He swallowed again, shaking his head from side to side, and after moving for a few seconds his attention divided abandoned land back to look at his subject.
Havoc was standing, fully clothed except for the jacket he had thrown somewhere, and before him, folded on the table with her hands clasped around a few sheets and nails scratching the surface of metal, was the captain, completely naked, had his moans and breaths that Roy had heard approaching and there was no doubt that the cause all movements were swift and decisive man who was behind him.
we could do, he thought Roy - then maybe mentally imbecile - judging from the way she responded to his thrusts and lunges to her, by the way soon squirming on the table, bending her back and getting a bit ' upward with your shoulders and head, showing an expression that alone could make him the blood running down. His brown eyes were barely covered by heavy eyelids with pleasure, blonde hair that fell on her face that she could not do anything to stop him, and his mouth was open, wet, with the tongue resting on the lower lip, as if waiting for someone to quench .
Roy felt a shaking chill, very unprofessional when a thought crossed his mind, and before making any nonsense is again pressed against the shelf and ran a hand through his dark hair, winning the peace. He had to get away from there, to go away and at that precise moment, when after a nice deep breath was finally able to convince her legs to do what he wanted, moved at last a step, beating a retreat.
'Roy. Roy, "The blood froze in my veins when he heard his name called Havoc, and faster than he could have been expected back with his back against the shelf. Shit, they had discovered. What he should do now? Tell them who had come there by mistake and had been watching because, after all, the show did not mind? He ran his hand over his face, his cheeks flushed with shame and something that would never be willing to admit, while his mind busy working to find a solution quickly, but even though he was more or less prepared to deal with the fact that, at any moment another, one of the two he had appeared before to ask him what he was doing there, what really happened left him displaced. Riza also called his name, and not with the tone you would use a subject to attract the attention of his superiors, and Roy, after a few moments, he returned to watch his men, wondering what the hell was going on.
He blinked once, twice, ten times, to see that neither of us had stopped and in the establishment, in fact, that the forces of Havoc seemed to have increased in intensity, and then looked up the man, on his hands tightly around his waist soft Riza, on his chest that was visible from the top tight and sweaty on his shoulders just bent, stretched his neck, and then on his face. Her cheeks were flushed, his nostrils dilated because of the little air that she could store the lips just parted from which came relentlessly low grunting and heavy breathing, but what surprised most of all Roy, the only thing that would never have expected , were his eyes.
He kept them closed, eyelids squeezed as if to prevent even a shaft of light sneaks between them, but then suddenly moved his hands and slipped on the woman's back, the tattoo that her father had left behind, and when her fingers met the scars caused by the fire of Roy opened his eyes, studying the red lines which do not could make sense but who awakened in him memories, thoughts kept dormant until then. He looked at the drawing with a mixture of respect and lust, as if the only thing at that time was able to really excite him, keep alive his interest, and then leaned on it, gently stroking his lips, and again with a sigh uttered the name of his superior.
Roy felt himself blush in front of that image, he felt the blood splattered on the head, and when he looked down on Riza, hoping to capture, at least in her evidence that could dissuade him from thinking he had just crossed the head, she called him, asking him more, as if in his He was head to enter and exit from his body and not the man who was on her.
're having sex thinking of me?! is crushed even more against the shelf and then slowly slid to his left, toward the dark end of the room, and cut off his breath he dropped to the ground, stunned. He ran his hand over his face, swallowing and shaking his head from side to side, and while he tried to regain calm his name among those walls resounded in his ears, even in his head, and listened to him as if Roy had need to hear it, as if it were not able to remember it by myself.
Not even he, with his own surprise, he knew that if he preferred to call it was the loud and clear about her or the low, deep in him, and after a while, 'she found herself thinking that perhaps what he liked more than anything was the fact that called him, among the moans and sighs that all the pleasure that both were trying at that time was due solely to him.
swallowed, imagining what was passing in the mind of every one of them, but his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Riza implored him, then dominated by that of Havoc and Roy turned and knelt, hands and forehead lean against a big box full of paperwork. I'm here, thought, so intently that for a moment thought it screamed. If you want me so you do not have to do is come get me. A rush of excitement through him from head to toe and he, without thinking twice, lacing her hand down the pants and the zipper in a hurry, the elastic boxer, then shake your fist in the State.
His fingers were incredibly cold and nearly let out a scream that drowned biting his lower lip and lowering his head, eyes closed, trying to focus only on the mixture of groans he heard over the shelf, those sounds that drew in His mind lines and images that he could not see. He began to breathe more quickly when those fantasies were superimposed to the reality of his senses, and at that precise moment the hand moves back and forth, trying to figure out the moans that escaped from the lips of acute Riza frequency of the impulses of Havoc, the force with which sank in her, and after a while 'he seemed to be there, standing behind her, in and out of his wrist warm while ...
opened his eyes, caught by surprise, and his hand stopped as if some invisible force had just frozen there in that position, and prevented him from moving. There was something deeply wrong in what he was doing, and Roy blinked once, twice, five times, trying to focus the thought had just crossed the head and that he was unable to grasp, not quite. He swallowed empty. The lower lip, red and swollen because of the biting, shaking, and at one point seemed to have become completely deaf, deaf to everything but the bass lines that filled the air, escaping from the throat of the man who stood by 'On the other hand.
Havoc, thought, as if he had just realized at that moment he had forgotten something important, fundamental, and almost without realizing it spread a little 'knees and using her hand still clinging to a metal shelf lowered even further the uniform pants, boxers, just enough to discover the buttocks and allow your fingers to sneak between them.
He felt strange, like he had never heard in his entire life, seemed to float in a dream and at the same time, never having been up as it was in those moments, and without ever needing to think, without even reflecting on the absurdity of what he was doing, leaned his forehead against a lot of heavy box, praying that does not move, and bent his back so you have more freedom of movement while, with a fingernail began to tease her entry.
A chill of fear struck him from head to foot, when, in a moment of lucidity, he realized what he meant go ahead, but immediately her senses and irrationality that gradually took possession of him, emptying the brain of useless thoughts, doubts choked, covering them with promises shouted amid the cries and moans that filled her ears, and Roy continued, reaching with a finger. Quell'intrusione did spill all his nerves, but instead of removing it, rather than stand up and do what he should do the exact moment he set foot in that damn store - go there, run away, do everything just to forget what he had seen and heard - the man began to move his hand still stuck around the erect penis between her thighs that soared, rearrange rhythm, and as they grew in the pleasure he penetrated his lower abdomen, slowly, trying to get used to the first phalanx, the second, the finger went in and out of her body still too slow.
again shook his lower lip between his teeth, when a burst of pain shook the spine, but he did not stop and, indeed, even increased the frequency and the force with which the pump, while his mind kept repeating no, it was not right. Is not that what is pushing, is not it that Havoc wants to get inside me. He pressed even more against the box front and clenching his teeth he tried to move faster, inside and out, a little more ', until he realized that the movements became more fluid, until he realized that the walls shook him adapt to the shape of his finger, letting go, and after a while 'to the pain he felt was replaced by something different, very, very different.
Her body suddenly shook with pleasure that Roy had never tried before, and when he found the courage to add another finger at what already was moving inside him, he closed his eyes, savoring to the bottom of the hot chills, the desire to open his mouth and groaned, the feeling of having finally understood what it meant to be exhaustive. He concentrated for a few moments on hand, as if it had been moved by an invisible force, was still moving around him, in his mind and his fingers turned into an entry hot and humid, warm, and while all his senses were focused on that ' image, the body of Riza writhing under his, he realized that was not enough, that they might not have been enough. And they might not have been enough even if his whole being had only occupied the other, the man who wanted to hear him behind him, sinking into him, and kiss his sweaty skin of the back and shoulders, human that would narrow the hips and bending over him, he would reveal everything he felt inside, all that he made him feel in those moments, and Roy, opening his eyes for an instant, he realized that he could not choose.
How could he give up the sweltering heat that made him feel complete, safe, how could he throw away the desire he felt for each other, the desire to feel close, the desire to be close in terms of push and embrace carnal pleasure that his soul rose higher than he would ever even dared to dream? She shook her head from side to side, sinking into his own body and increasing the speed with which they move around it, and realized that if were not for him, it would also be able to go on forever, so , continuing to dream and to wish that his members were not too tired to do anything else, but then, suddenly, he heard his name called again by a voice that seemed to be the perfect union that Riza and that of Havoc, and without even having the need to see them realized that they had reached the limit.
He made no effort to imagine what was going to create in the mind of the features contorted with pleasure the woman, who scratched the table until it breaks and nail bent back upwards and downwards, to break it, and the man behind her, pushed with increasing force in the desire to go all the way to the point where nothing outside of the heat he felt in himself would have been more important. He seemed to feel the orgasm Riza as if she were really there, pressing around him, but even when Havoc, with a strangled cry, he was inside her - inside of him - Roy let himself go, he left that all the pleasure that until that moment had kept suppressed within him exploded, and tipped her head back, eyes and mouth wide open, and poured on the ground, in his own hand.
remained in that position for a time that even he would have been able to quantify, until she felt the orgasm subside, until he was sure that, at least for a while ', his knees would have cancer, it would at least turn around, and only then took out his fingers and let go yet firmly around his now flaccid penis. He pulled up his pants and underwear as best he could, without even bothering to settle properly, leaving a flap of his shirt off, and then cat for a few meters into the dark, going to sit where he was sure that, leaving the two do not would have seen. He had the strength to leave, not now, and so he stood there, waiting.
waited for as long as it took to put on Riza, waited to hear the awkward silence that fell between them when, looking into his eyes, they realized to what would have seemed pathetic in the eyes of those who could never understand what they were troubled, and remained sitting there, eyes closed and one arm resting on his knee until he heard their footsteps that pass by, and then walked away without hesitation , until no light was extinguished and the door shut with a thud.

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[Hellsing] Before the

Title: Before the
Fandom: Hellsing
Characters: Maggiore, Schrodinger
Pairing: Major / Schrodinger
Prompt: chair
Rating: NC-
Part 17: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Oral ! Sex, pwp, shota, yaoi
Spoiler: Vol 5
Word Count: 2026 ( Contaparole )
Summary : Before arriving in Europe, Major takes a little time.
Notes: Written for the fourth edition of P0tn Fest organized by the community fanfic_italia .
Discaimer: Hellsing and its characters belong to Kouta Hirano and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of I want to do them * evil laugh *.


The point where he is - sitting comfortably in the spotlight, up, to witness the spectacle of which he is founder, director and actor as if it were in the forefront - is immersed in ' darkness, although the screens around him dazzle all with their bright lights. He likes this situation, it gives you a sense of power that he loves more than anything else, the ability to observe without being seen, an invisible God who laughs at the expense of ordinary mortals who live and crawling under him.
"It's fun, eh, Major," a silvery voice and insulting him turn the head, draw attention away from his artwork, and the man bends upward at an angle of the mouth, wrinkling even more grease on his cheek. "How could it be otherwise?" Calls, while the newcomer along the few yards that separate it from him and sits down, resting her head against his knee blonde, and then extends a hand to his head, stroking with delicate ears of the cat spewing in her hair. "Everything is going exactly as planned, we are on time, Lt. Van Winkle has completed his mission so dear and my plan comes to life before my eyes that I should not even make the slightest effort to make it happen . Is not that wonderful, Marshal Schrodinger?
Schrodinger laughs. "She really is a lazy man, Major! It is not even willing to make effort to carry out his plan. But he is not ashamed? "This time is the Major, laughing. "Why should I?" He says, starting to scratch gently behind the ear feline Marshal. "Making hard work has never been at the center of my favorite activities. And I do not think I have ever done a mystery ... "
" No, no one has ever done, "Schrodinger argues, but his tone is different now, the lower, more relaxed, and his throat gasps escape low and long as he rubs his cheek against the knee of the other man. "But I thought that at least the excitement of the battle were able to overcome his laziness." From his lips escapes another sound, higher, similar to the cast of cats, and Major found that it is a really nice sound. Not as much as the screams of pain of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield or shots fired in bursts from a machine gun, but nice.
"Maybe I'm lazier than you think," he says, suddenly, not just the words into the air around them stops to caress the hair of the boy. Schrodinger turns shooting at him, violet eyes wide open, but soon encounters the gaze of the man seems to read in his eyes all that the majority did not need to tell him.
"She is really incredible , Major. Not alone can not deal with this ?
Major shrugs and folds the more the angle of the mouth. "I told you, right? Maybe I'm really much more lazy than you think ... "Schrodinger snorts and then, without saying a word, turns around, kneels down, annoyed and shakes his head from side to side while continuing to repeat - High voice, because he does not care that Major feel it - She really is the laziest man in the world! The
quickly unbuttoning his pants white and then, after getting rid of the underwear elastic too is facing the small penis of Major. He passes his lips sensually and then, like a cat ready to attack an unsuspecting bird resting on the sill, you sling on it with an open mouth and licks it to taste. Major lets out a faint gasp from her throat when the boy's hot breath caress her privacy sensitive, and then extends again rests on the one hand and the Schrodinger blond hair behind her ears, dark and twisted a finger in a few clear clumps, string, and the language of the young Marshal runs through its limited length, up and down continuously.
"It is not ephemeral, the pursuit of carnal pleasure?" His voice is low, barely a whisper, but in the silence that echoes around them like a grenade exploding among a group of soldiers unprepared for death and so stop doing what Schrodinger and he was doing, his tongue still outside, raise your head to look with eyes wide open and eyebrows raised man above it. Major returns his gaze as if he did not understand the reason that drove the boy to stop and the Marshal, having beaten several times eyelids, understands and shakes his head from side to side. "But is it possible that she should speak in such a situation?"
Major laughs, throwing her head backwards, and then tightens even more fingers through his hair and gently helped if the person pulls back against. Schrodinger mutters something very similar to She is really amazing! and then returns to deal with the task he was assigned as the Major, on top of him, lets out a grunt excitedly before continuing to talk.
"The rumors are what distinguishes humans from beasts, are proof that we have learned to perfect the language used by our forefathers. Men should be forced to talk all the time, as they are forced to fight ... "another grunt interrupted his speech and can not Schrodinger fail to fold their lips into a smile when he thinks fun to finally be able to make him feel a bit 'shut up. Dying to let them see, in fact, to tell him: Why not now speak more? But he has just finished saying that men should always be forced to talk about? but now his mouth is busy, full, and the capture of Major is too strict because he can break free and escape long enough to give air to his thoughts. The Young Marshal
stifles a giggle in the throat and then slowly begins to move his head back and forth, sucking, to slide the tip of the tongue member on the other man's now erect and hard - like a cat that, stuck his paw into the lair of a mouse, look at all modes of bundled him out of the closet - but just at that moment, Major sighs, relaxed against the chair back, and since now it is certain that Schrodinger will complete his tenure decides to reward him. Move your fingers twisted in his hair blond in a circle, where he knows he likes, and the boy can not help but miss some of the throat that vibrate cast on his tongue and across her mouth.
A shiver shakes her man sat back and Major throws his head back, eyes open, look for opaque lights that shine behind and above him, to see the giant screens that seem to be solid walls designed to protect his plan. It does not know whether to increase his excitement is these movements of the head or between his legs. "But in the end ... who cares that you have, you know? "
Schrodinger raises his eyes again on the man, trying to figure out if that question was directed to him or to an unseen listener, but when he notices his head bent his eyes and imagine lost in who knows what thoughts he understands that it is better for him to continue and complete its task. He started sucking with more energy, to move his head back and forth faster with the help of his hands, resting on the knees of the other fat man, and Major - always staring at the sky and the mind lost in the sordid details prepared to perfection - more open lips, to allow air to enter and leave him more freely.
"He starts to really hot. Do not you agree? "His voice is more acute now less secure, but nevertheless he is not silent. Is not able to enjoy the silence, is unable to accept that they can escape from his lips sounds rough, grunting sterile in themselves. He will not be like an animal, will never allow his mind to detach from his body and wander for some time put in a situation different from that in a world of oblivion where the room around him, the soft armchair that supports it does not exist, and so starts to speak and the words escape his lips like a river in flood.
disconnected words or inducements are not due to the pleasure he feels at that moment, no. With a low voice - so they can hear only Schrodinger - Major recounts details of his plan, the tasks assigned to each of them, the resounding successes and failures that allowed his wish came true and then, when it is became difficult for him to stick to his lucidity and his reasoning, his fingers tightening on the skin that covers the arm of the chair, as if it were his lifeline, and at the exact moment in which empties into the mouth and face of the young Marshal, cries the fulfillment of his revenge.
"Now it is really over," he says, when the orgasm finally abandoned his body, and after he relaxed against the back soft and have often inspired and exhaled deeply, finally lowers his gaze and his eyes still full of small spots and colorful - caused by the time he spent staring at the screens - looking back to Schrodinger. It is on the ground, still kneeling, and his language flows on the lips and fingers stained with semen, licking it like it was cream. He does not realize immediately the look of the other man, but when it considers that it has a duty to clean up his head, meeting. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Major," says, standing up and leaning both hands on her hips slimmer. "Even though I highly doubt it, since that has not stopped a second to talk nonsense."
"I have spoken at random," says the other man, bending a corner of the mouth upward. "I think I said something sensible ... am I wrong? "
Schrodinger laughs, throwing her head back. "He may have said some sensible things, but at times you should try to focus more on what you're doing," he shakes his head from side to side, bending his lips in an amused smile. "She is really incredible ..."
"This is the third time that you mention it. I should start thinking that this is not a compliment? "
'Just think' what you think," Schrodinger's reply, laughing, and then glanced between the stern and amused, raising his chin and tilting just head to one side. "But apart from anything else I think I need to do something for the ," he continued, winking in the direction of the flap of Staff, is still open, and the limp penis protruding from above the elastic of underwear. "I do not want to stay like this all night, I hope."
As if it were only realized in that moment of what had just happened, Major looks down, past the massive belly. "I really think you're right. A I had not thought ... "murmured, ignoring the amused comment of Marshal watching him with a frown arrogant, happy to finally be able to get him out of his adoratissimo plan. The man shrugs his shoulders, shaking her head from side to side. "Go and call Doc and tell him that I absolutely need something to cleanse," she says, unable to hide the note in his voice that vibrates excited at the thought that, from there a few hours, it finally managed to unleash Hell on earth. "We do not want to introduce into this state by Integra Hellsing, is not it?"

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[Original] Love is all you need

Title: Love is all you need
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG to PG-15 by
Party: Complete
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Femslash , harvesting, slash.
Word Count: 312 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Three different pairs, three different situations, a single message: love is the most important thing that can exist.
Notes: Sritta for Maritombola issued by the community maridichallenge
Discaimer: The characters belong to me, but since this is a fic I do not gain anything anyway. has run the vi!


Title: I want
Prompt: 43. Church
Rating: PG
Party: third
Warning:
Drabble Word Count: 100

The atmosphere that surrounds it is completely different from what Anna could never imagine before that day his thoughts were occupied entirely by the preparations, from the clothes of the witnesses and the bridesmaids should wear, the decorations, flowers, receipt, yet now none of this seems to have more importance.
His eyes see nothing but the man who is before us, the beating of her heart filled her ears, making it deaf to any other sound, and she understands that finally has everything he needs.
Yes, I want it.




Title: Where are we going?
Prompt: 65. "I have not the faintest idea where to go." "And I think that instead of having?"
Rating: PG
Party: 2 / 3
Warning: Drabble, slash
Word Count: 107

"I have not the faintest idea where to go." Bruno threw himself wearily on the bench by the station and Carl looks at him with an eyebrow arched. "And yet I think we have it?"
His tone is like a reproach - and how could it be otherwise? Run away from home was certainly not a his idea - and the two look at each other for a while, absently listening to the whistle of a train leaving for somewhere.
Carlo sighs. 'Well, we're going somewhere ... "
" Yeah. "Bruno nods, slowly - because deep down they know both that the only thing that matters is staying together.




Title: Fear and Desire
Prompt: 37. Femslash
Rating: PG-15
Party: 3 / 3
Warning: Drabble, femslash
Word Count: 105

Deborah crawling on the sheets fresh and Elena is pressed against the pillow, fighting against 'instinct that swallows his reason, which prompted her to throw herself into his arms. As always.
not be afraid, we do not find out. Elena swallows, throws a quick glance towards the door closed, and the fingers of the girl touch her cheek, her blond hair that fall on the shoulder, and when once again lend its support to Deborah on her lips.
are so soft that Elena can not help but want more, and when the contacts become more intimate, the rest of the world stops to matter.

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Anxiety

missing from a lot but it's a lot that I miss vocglia to be there. The Christmas period is
was more than good! My house has been virtually a hostel and I did not lose even a moment of this holiday-time to return to everyday life more stressed than ever!
I was in Barcelona and I must say that, like the first time, I enjoyed it tremendously ♥
But the return to school was traumtico, dammit! Q: Exercises, homework, questions!
And most importantly there is the 22. Oh. On 22.
On 22 January, for the uninitiated, the event will be held " The Strange Case of Dr. and Mrs. Web Scripture." Carina
the thing, ve '? It seems like a dream, just thinking about it! Finally, the fanfictions will one day all of them! Ma .. Here, I am iperultraagitata.
Q: I
anxiety that is eating me inside, my God! Anxiety!

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[Axis Powers Hetalia] French Maid

Title: French Maid
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), Germany (Ludwig)
Pairing: France / Germany
Prompt: L ' Drunkenness is the cause of so much trouble ...
Rating: NC-17
Party: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Crossdressing, lemon, OOC, oral! Sex, pwp, uke! Germany (yes, it is a warning), yaoi.
Spoiler: None
Word Count: 2516 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Germany and France is not drunk.
Notes: Written for the Challenge Open - P0rnofante vs P0rnodrillo issued by the community fanfic_italia at the fourth edition of the Fest P0tn .
Acknowledgements: A mapi_littleowl , who not only read it in preview, but that is the one with which the phrase "I'll bet that France has a complete maid tailored to each country" gave me the strength to give life two of my most secret and disturbing kink (in Germany and Germany crossdressing UKE!), and beckyvh that challenged me with this pairing that I have always secretly adored, but on which I have never had occasion to write. I know that this is NOT what you'd expect, but I hope you like it anyway. ; __;
Discaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and his characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


Ok, maybe had a little 'over the top. France began nervously tapping a finger on the cheek shaggy, tilting her head from side to side to see better, and more points, that he did not know whether to consider the biggest risk he had run in his entire life his best work. course to be beautiful, beautiful is, he said, unable to repress that sense of pride and satisfaction that fluttered in his chest like a cat intent to purr, and while her lips are ironed in a triumphant smile, while lower, something began to move.
had done well to invite him, and even though Germany had initially opposed some resistance - it was clear that he feared an impact similar to that which had followed World War I - France was nevertheless able to convince him, and if you stopped to think for a second could not help but wonder to what had developed his skills of persuasion. Mentally congratulated himself, with his gab, with his foresight in being able to always choose the topic and the right tone to use to get what he wanted, but after a while just shook his head from side to side , forcing back to concentrate on what was now in sight. Why it was worth it, and how if it was worth.
sigh, while his gaze wandered undisturbed on the body of its host, and the first thing they ordered him to lower his eyes to the ground, to look hard on my shoes, because although his appearance was in itself sufficient to excite, France knew perfectly well that the best part, in any case, it was always the expression of the face. Oh, what would not give to be able to immediately read the other nation in the eyes, bright eyes, beautiful, just overshadowed by alcohol that he had thrown down from the moment he entered the house, all that was passing in the head, his drives and desires no longer inhibited by reason.
But he would not, not right away, and so, making force, he studied with interest and long muscular legs of Germany in a tight pair of white socks, white, coming soon to mid-thigh, held up by garters and black embroidered, and then was lost for a moment amongst the lace from escaping beneath the skirt, without doing anything to prevent his mind to note that, contrary to appearances, Germany was incredibly exciting , wearing those clothes. He sighed again - and suddenly began to seem too tight pants - and after having dwelt on the white apron, which created an interesting contrast with the black dress, on sleeves and round, puffy, France finally allowed himself to look into her face.
Oh, but it's even better than I could imagine. Her cheeks were tinged with a German red access - France and honestly did not know if that redness was caused by alcohol, embarrassment, or both - and kept moist lips already parted, to allow air to enter and exit more quickly, while his eyes shone a light, amused, in sharp contrast to the innocent and astonished expression on his face he had painted.
We see that a part of him already imagine what is going to succeed, thought, sensually stroking the goatee, and after throwing a quick glance at the duster that Germany clutched in his hand - as if it were his lifeline, almost - and the cap that covered just the hair blonde and a little disheveled, took a step forward and then another, until you reach the front, very close. He raised a hand, resting on his chest, and only because of that light touch Germany jumped, barely holding back a moan of surprise and even more tightening his hands around his precious work tool.
was completely drunk, more drunk than he had ever been in the last ten or fifteen years, because even if only part of his mind had been able to realize what was happening - or, rather, what would happen shortly thereafter - there would have two seconds to get up off that stuff and run away, far away, in France, at least for that night, he could not reach it. But the fact was that he had been able to say no to all the glasses that the other nation had continued to offer, again and again, mixing white, red, beer and other spirits, which at one point, had limited going down his throat that he could not account for what they were, and when France had brought him to his room, told him to undress - citing that as an excuse, with those clothes, would eventually die of heat - and invited him to get something more practical he had not been able to listen to it.
It would have done more. The Frenchman, smiling and talking softly, slipped her hand resting on his chest which he kept on his right shoulder, along his arm, and pressed his fingers between those of Germany, and pulled it behind as he would a child docile and obedient . She made him sit on the bed, sink into the soft mattress and bed covers, red silk, and then, without saying a word, he knelt between her legs and rested her hands on her thighs, between them, forcing to spread.
'Fran ... cia ... "What I escaped from the throat of Germany was little more than a whisper of surprise mixed with a groan, and the French could not help but bend the lips in a satisfied smile and move on, hoping to hear others, such as lines, stronger. Gently, then rose lace white as sea foam sticking out from under her skirt, and now his eye was attracted by the penis of the other nation yet flabby, looked at him for a while, that seemed to sprout from the base of the hair very clear that covered the pubis to the tip that just stroking the fresh tissue on which he sat, and then lifted with two fingers, leaning toward it with the lips just parted, and licked.
He heard groan and stiffen and Germany, taking a good sign, continued to move the tongue on the tip of her sex, stroking, teasing until she was satisfied, then the more deepen the contact, taking it between his lips. German, groaned louder and France began to move his head back and forth, rhythmically, feeling the sex of the other nation that is increasingly hardened in his mouth and continued to suck and pump a little longer, 'without ever increasing frequency, until, suddenly, he left him, leaving him with a groan choked in the throat and towering erection between his legs.
France stood up as if nothing had happened, licking his lower lip, and never taking his eyes from the German, who quietly asked him why he stopped and begged him to return there , where he most needed him, he began to undress, slowly, one by undoing the buttons of a shirt, pants, and when he was finally freed of all his clothes put both hands on the face of Germany and leaned toward him, leaning on her lips his. She kissed him long, slipping his tongue into the mouth of the other as if he were tasting, and when he parted from him, smiled, stroking the cheeks with your thumbs.
"Fear not, mon cher . I'm here to make sure you have everything you desire. "The German opened his mouth to say something, call his name, words and disjointed phrases, and France remained at him tenderly for a moment before saying, with the kindness and charm that had raised so far, to turn around, kneel, crawl up the pillow.
Almost without even understanding what he was doing Germany did it, and crawled on the silk coverlet up to the headboard of the bed canopy. Buried his face flushed in the soft pillows and then, when he felt the mattress move beneath him, he turned just in time to see that France, with a deliberately slow and sinuous movements, climbed on the bed and moved behind him, where he could not see it. The German even more bent his neck to try to see at least part of the nation's image, but before he could succeed in doing this put both hands on her buttocks uncovered, stroking, just down to tickle the inside thigh sweat and sensitive.
Germany groaned and bit his pillow fabric and France continued with his little game for a while ', because the cast who came out throats were really delicious too, because he could rinunciarvici so soon, and then moved to New hands on her buttocks. He put the tips of your thumbs between them, wide apart, bent forward and after he pulled out his tongue, sliding it inside of him.
The body of the German had become incredibly sensitive, because of all the alcohol he had ingested, and not just the language of France began to move around and within him, he began to moan out of control, to make the quilt and feather duster in his hands until his knuckles whitened, while his blood flowed in my veins like a river, down, clearing your head already empty. The French would never have expected a similar reaction, and then the other struggled under him, going back to his tongue, more arousal between her legs grew hard and unbearable, and so, when he thought he had done enough, put on a first finger inside him. The pain caused by
quell'intrusione was completely absorbed by the beer that flowed into the body and German continued to move back and forth as if nothing had happened, accepting it with a grunt submerged the second and third finger entered and exited from he plan, extending it until it was desired that also added a fourth, a fifth. He did not in any way aware of what was happening, the only thing he knew - and had his body, to know it, the erect penis between her legs - was that he wanted more, within him, and when disconnected phrases with groans and strangled him, asked him, begging him to fill, France knew he had reached his limit.
He stood with his back straight, and after removing the fingers from the body of the German spread his buttocks, as he could, and put the tip of her sex against his opening. He swallowed a vacuum, when the thought of what would happen to him shiver the spine, and then slowly sank within him, becoming completely enveloped by his tight body, its intoxicating heat that seemed to him even my blood boil in my veins , let it go crazy. He would have been impossible to describe in words what I felt at that moment - a pleasure and an immeasurable joy even greater if he thought that finally had the chance to have him there, at his complete mercy - and so, after a deep breath, she told what to think, at a time like this, it would have been stupid, useless.
began to move, then, inside and out, with the pelvis pushing as hard as he could, and every thrust rose high in the air already tainted moans, grunts and muffled pleas that will increase more and more his excitement, his desire to enjoy that moment till the end and still a bit 'more. The body of Germany was more welcoming than, looking, anyone could ever imagine, and every time that France was sinking into him heard him open up, still a bit ', the desire to have felt again and again, until the end, until completely full, while the lace of her skirt fluttering around his body, as if dancing as if they, in their small, they wanted a part of the pleasure that shook the two nations since their hidden soul, and lower mortality.
Suddenly the thrusts of the French became even stronger, faster, and the German began to feel his body go up in flames, shake, and before he could realize a blinding white flash and passed him in the eyes bleary pleasure, illuminating and darkening at the same time, as he emptied, finally satisfied, the red silk that covered the bed. And France did not take long to reach orgasm him.
spasms of Germany, its high groans and cries of pleasure filled the air around them seemed to give more power to another nation, they seemed to push their own, forcing him to give and take more, and when the German fell, exhausted, on the bedspread, her face sunk in the pillows and sit in the air, still full of himself, he felt shaking from France in the bones and trying to keep my eyes open - he had no intention of losing even a second , that night - grabbed him by the hips and pulled him against if, then pushing hard, until he did not feel completely filled by an immense pleasure, can make him feel like he was about to explode, unable to contain it. He came with a strangled cry, inside the body of the other, and when the orgasm diminished seemed that there was nothing left inside is him, nor an ounce of strength or anything else.
came out slowly from the German, then lying down beside him on his back, and after recovering at least some 'air to breathe correctly almost turned around to look at him, raising both eyebrows and then discover that it was already asleep. "Of course, that alcohol really devastating effects on you, even England would be left to do what I have done tonight, "she said, laughing and gently pushing back the hair that fell on the broken face. "You should drink less, not good for you."
shook his head from side to side and while the forces returned gradually in him, he pulled up, sitting, and after he passed a hand through his blond hair and sweaty looked around - focusing especially on the clothes scattered on the floor and carpet as if they were old rags - and said he had no time to stand there idle. He had work to do. The first thing was to get rid of material evidence, clean it and coat, and after he should have thought a story convincing enough to explain what the evil that was due for a bit ', would prevent him from sitting quietly.

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[Fullmetal Alchemist] No wanted

Title: He would not
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Pinaki Rockbell
Prompt: not Christmas
Rating: G
Party : 1 / 1
Warning: Angst , pre-series
Spoiler: Vol 15
Word Count: 542 ( Contaparole )
Abstract: Ed and Al looked into his eyes for several moments, too surprised to be able to say anything, but at some point the attention of the younger brother was drawn to a small tree confined to a bare corner of the room, leaning against the wall like old stuff to throw away as soon as possible. Alphonse felt my stomach tighten at the sight. "They have not even made the tree ..."
"Winry did not want."
Notes: Sritta Advent Calendar for the [out of the race] held by michiru_kaiou7 . The fic is set after the death of the doctors Rockbell.
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


Once Pinaki aunt opened the door it was clear to both that there was something wrong. The old woman had the vacant look, his face drawn and his eyes were red and swollen, even did the impossible to appear happy and smiling, and not just Edward took a shot at seeing it. Was not used to this fragility, it was not used to seeing suffering in the face of the woman who had cared for them since their mother was dead, and if he was not the next - Sometimes it seemed that his presence alone was able to control impulses and instincts Ed better than they could have done hundreds and hundreds of words - probably would have started to shake her, pulling her arms, her back to the old times.
"So you've arrived at last," she said suddenly, and almost jumped on the spot And hearing his voice so low, more raucous than usual, as if he were struggling to use a normal tone of voice . "But restatevene there looking at me like two fools. Move to enter, it freezes. He just had a hand, beckoning with his head towards the interior of the house, and the two children, in silence and with a certain fear, did what they had been told, closing the door behind him then. Pinaki
Zia had already disappeared when the two brothers, after getting rid of the heavy coats, scarves and caps, they looked around, studying in detail the room who knew very well, but that that day, was so identical to as they had always seen by even seem unrecognizable. Where were the festive decorations? Where were scented candles, garlands scattered 'everywhere and drawings of windows? Ed and Al looked into his eyes for several moments, too surprised to be able to say anything, but at some point the attention of his brother child was drawn to a small tree confined to a bare corner of the room, leaning against the wall as if it was old stuff to throw away as soon as possible. Alphonse felt my stomach tighten at the sight. "They have not even made the tree ..."
"Winry did not want." Zia Pinaki reappeared from the kitchen door holding hands on a pot still steaming, and Ed, as if he had only realized in that moment of where he was, began to look around, blinking his eyes rapidly and could not believe his eyes.
"Winry And where is he?" Churches, the old woman looked straight at him, and Pinaki could not help but let a sigh escape his lips. "Winry not hungry," he said, with the tone of someone who has absolutely no intention to go into that, and although Ed would have liked to know, at least, the reason for this strange behavior, he said nothing. And he did it in his heart, he knew all too well what was the reason. He was silent, then, to watch Auntie who supported the pot on the table already laid, and not even when she spoke, turning to them with your hands firmly on hips, she smiled. "Hurry up and come to the table," he said. "Dinner is ready."

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[Fullmetal Alchemist] Impossible wishes

Title: Impossible wishes
Fandom: Fullmetal
Alchemist Characters: Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang
Pairing: One-sided ! Roy / Riza, One-sided! Havoc / Roy, One-sided! Havoc / Riza
Prompts: Snowman (part I), "Dear Santa ..." (Part II), biscuits and cakes (part III)
Rating: from PG to R
Party: Complete (divided into three parts)
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: One-sided ! love (but should be? XD), collection, self! love, shounen-ai, triangle
Spoiler: Vol 22
Count Words: 4047 (1271 + 1388 + 1388) ( Contaparole )
Summary: an endless cycle of disappointment. Three people and their impossible love triangle because of the never-ending that involves them.
Notes: Sritte Advent Calendar for the [out of the race] held by michiru_kaiou7 . I usually do not do these things, because my stories are so basic that anyone could understand, but for this I need to do some explanation: it is a fic divided into three chapters, and even if they seem unrelated to each other in fact they are not. So keep in mind that the one-sided before each pair is there for a reason, and the reason is that couples, in my story, it is absolutely impossible . Hope you like it anyway.
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


The clock ticked loudly, so loud as to be almost deafening silence of that little house. Black Hayate had already gone to sleep for a while, in his basket, and from where Riza was - at the table with nothing but a front white cup from which plumes of white smoke came out - could see its black back curved, tail and ears sticking out just from that little bundle curled up on itself. He must have been really cold, he thought, then shifting his gaze towards the window, and for some time, even she would be able to say what, if they stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Parpaglia of snow falling slowly from the sky, while his hands were wrapped around the ceramic hot and his thoughts were buzzing in the head like an echo indistinct.
He always had a soft spot for the winter, when she was a child, and remembered clearly that he had spent all day with my nose stuck fogged up the glass of the window - while his mother was busy preparing lunch, and his father was locked up in his studio, as usual - waiting to see the snow fall or waiting time to go out to play, throw white balls and soft to nobody in particular and build its own small cairns snow tenessero the company while all those around her were busy doing something else, something - they repeated forever, and now she did not know whether they did so to convince you or put peace in their consciences - very, very important.
shook his head from side to side, when the memory of his sculptures of snow became more clear in his memory, and then throwing look again toward the window, he told himself that much time had passed since the last time you had one. It was childish habit, of course, and it was obvious that a woman her age would deal with things much more important in winter, yet a part of you missing those friends silent and motionless during the afternoon and played with her, patients , listened to his stories, the secrets that nobody else would never ever have known. And because she missed too many years had passed since the last time you were allowed to speak to someone of his suffering.
still remember - and, ultimately, how could he forget it? How could remove from his memory of a moments that meant for her more than anything else? - And if he closed his eyes he could still pretend to be there, crouching in front of the last building that had been soaking his hands in white, with a heavy heart and empty head, so downcast, so alone, he could not do without opening your mouth and say whatever he felt inside, speaking of his desolation. It was only a moment, but before that he had never realized how much she needs someone willing to listen.
sighed, rubbing the back of the hot hand on the cheek and settled back after the little shawl which took on his shoulders stood up and walked to the sink. He let the hot liquid and dark slip away from the cup and fell directly into the drain and then put his hands on the cup and moving around her, leaning on it as if he felt the need to vomit.
do not have to think about these things, you said, clenching his jaw and clenching his fists so hard his knuckles whiten themselves. You yourself know that it is useless. was repeated several times that phrase again, good to have it enter the brain, to ensure that never again would forget, and after some time and suddenly it seemed that his eyesight had begun to waver, as if someone it to him was carrying away, dissolving in Gradually image after image. And a tear gleamed across his cheek.
shooting put his hand to his face and straightened up, almost horrified, and then began rubbing their eyes in a desperate attempt to stop them, fighting back, but the more I felt most seem to increase, and within a few seconds she found herself with her face hidden by his own hand, his lower lip between his teeth and back shaken by sobs quietly. Because now he could not control himself? Why, when he was in office, all I felt was swallowed by his reason and buried in the depths of his soul, where even she could reach, not even wanting to? Why hell I can not stop feeling this way? A
hiccups, one, the escape from his lips, Riza and covered her mouth with her hands and back, one step, two, until his feet gently banged against the table legs, and then leaned one hand on the wood surface, to stand, while it seemed that the whole world was collapsing on him. Stop thinking about it seemed so easy when wearing the uniform that she had decided to go in and out of the house to go to work, so easy that sometimes, while he was engrossed for the umpteenth time to recheck the documents should be signed the Colonel, he wondered if the feelings he had thought to try the night before were nothing but fantasy created by his mind too tired.
Yet when he was alone with the only airline of the snow coming down and remember times past and lost forever, his feelings came back stronger than the previous night, the strongest of all the nights that preceded it, and she could not help but succumb and curl up in bed, repeating to stop, because the knowledge that it was impossible, knowing that every time he looked he saw nothing but a collaborator, a Lieutenant that anything had happened to he always looked back and would continue to do so in spite of everything - a woman who would look from a distance until the end of his days, which would see him achieve his dreams, which would remain there even the day when he would finally decided to marry, to make a living - it was too painful, even for her. Riza
inhaled and exhaled deeply, hoping to rid the mind, and when after a long, long time - so much that his ears even now seemed deaf to incessant ticking of the clock on the wall - was finally able to calm down, drive out to dry the tears back and they still ran free on her face, she told herself that perhaps it was the right time to go to bed.
at a slow pace and quiet, with hands clasped around the shawl, walked to his bedroom, but before opening the door and turned off the light last look at the window. The snow was falling more rarefied, more like freezing rain, and Riza relaxed arms and shoulders in defeat for the umpteenth time, she could not do anything to change things, but the first thing you Knock down the discomfort over her shock his head and clenched his teeth.
I'll try anyway, you said, and after turning off the light and to have entered his room he remembered to change the time of his alarm clock. The next day - and not care how small he would come - would have built a snowman, and making sure that nobody could hear her, she would tell her biggest secret.



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The home that Roy Mustang had rented in Central City after his transfer was small - there were barely him, a couch that also served as bedroom, table on which to place everything he needed and a small kitchen for heating the two or three dishes that could prepare for - and sometimes it was said that perhaps he could also make an effort to find a larger one, just a little, 'what would have been enough to avoid having to always remain locked in a tiny space with his thoughts. She knew it was stupid, that was not the fault of those four walls where he kept thinking and thinking and on, but put the blame on that place was much easier - maybe - do not admit to having a problem.
He ran a hand through his dark hair and eyes closed, breathing deeply and filling your lungs with the hot air around him, and then began more comfortable on the couch with his head resting on the arm and a soft bare foot resting on the ground. He stared at the ceiling, the play of light created by the car in the dark of night, darting under her window with the lights on, disappearing at the exact moment in which they appeared, like a distant and elusive dream, to leave room for other cars, other lights, other dreams. Roy could spend hours looking at them, only to find something to do that forced him to think, but sometimes it seemed that those headlights talked to him, everything and anything, and he could not help but respond to the mute questions that were made in a continuous vortex always ended to get to the damn point.
He ran his hand over his eyes, seeing the thousands of dark-colored spots that made his head explode, and after being raised, with a groan in frustration, and you close the window, all around him was not anything but the ' deeper darkness and noise of road that reached him from afar. Not even her breathing could impose itself on what around him - a clear sign that, however strong or determined, a man can not achieve all its objectives nor overpower those forces that are exceeding their nature - and he let out a laugh from the lips quick and silent, more like a sigh.
What could have whatever he wished he had always been clear, since he was little, ever since his aunt looked at him straight in the eye and said, without showing a minimum of resentment or guilt for the fact that star destroying the dreams of a child, no, Roy, you're still too small for this. Do not wait for your birthday because I'll give it to you. had always been so, Aunt Chris, always ready to say or do what you think was the right thing to make it grow better, always ready to put before the truth even when it hurt or was not at all necessary.
had always been afraid of her child, fear of rejection, and it took long to accept the fact that perhaps she was doing really for his own good, that what he was trying to teach - with its highly questionable ways - it would be something that future would come back very, very helpful. But how could a child understand a lesson in that scale, if no one had ever bothered to explain how difficult it was being in the world? Roy always remembered with an amused smile, his innocence of a time, and if he closed his eyes, sometimes, especially when his birthday was approaching, he could still be seen, seven, eight, nine years, her heart broken by rejection and a pen in hand, to write sentences that year after year became more elaborate and demanding, to put on paper the desires that had failed that year for fear to say out loud, to sneak into the bedroom of her aunt when she c 'was to leave his precious piece of paper on the table, in plain sight, where she could not ignore it.
He folded his lips into a grimace, when the thought struck him, and his hand resting on her face first slipped on his lips, his throat, chest hidden by a dark blanket and then below it, further down, while a stream of bile is going up your esophagus, leaving him breathless and with the desire to bash everything that would happen to shot. It was easy, a child, write on a piece of paper what she wanted more than anything else, a gift the following year would become obsolete, that he would want to have something new, something better, easier that if he thought he had done every whim or just that he wanted do he was willing to take and shake vigorously, repent that he was an idiot to complain about a damn kite would forget the week after.
She slipped her hand past the elastic of my pants, boxers, and unceremoniously squeezed his limp penis between his fingers and began to move up and down, encouraging them with his bare wrist since that night, it seemed that his thoughts had not the slightest intention to go wherever he wanted. And only God - if anything it had existed a - what did he know that he needs to do so, because it made no sense to cling to those memories of childhood that did nothing but remind him that ever in his life, there would be something he would never could reach, and so moved his hand faster and faster in hopes of pumping away, even for a miserable while, if only for the time that it would serve to orgasm to make him lose contact with his surroundings, all the suffering that is dragged in by the day that Havoc had told him: leave me, Lord, leave me here! She has no time to waste with a soldier of my rank.
How the hell could he think, that damn fool, that he was willing to let him back so, as you leave a gun that no longer serves any good? How could he believe that it was so easy to separate from him? Roy gritted his teeth hard, and even more strongly increased the frequency of movements around his now hard member, crushing his head against the arm and with his eyes closed by force, because those two stupid tears were unable to escape.
It makes no sense crying for the stupid, you said, as the thoughts in his head so hated gave way to images perhaps even more hated, so they want. He could feel the heat of another body, time, and if more closed eyes could even hear the his body open, welcoming There is something that never could have in real life. Even in those moments it was useless to pretend to have a chance, and Roy was not so stupid as to believe, by now had had enough, to believe that at any moment Havoc could stop looking at women with breasts to notice him. But this did not stop some to want more than he ever wanted a train or a damned kite, and did not stop me not even want to grab him by the shirt and shouting in his face what he felt, that reproach, if he had chosen him, perhaps now would not be in a hospital bed.
began to pump ever more intensely, more quickly, and then all of a sudden, brief and fleeting peace that had so desired struck him like a white flash, catching him by surprise. His whole body strained to spasm and the only thing I could think was that if only he was stupid enough to do it, he wrote on a piece paper what they wanted most and would have left it there, in plain sight, dragged who knows where the cold wind, hoping that someone reading it would have the power to make it real.



*


"Oh, sorry if I disturbed you."
When Riza Hawkeye appeared from the booths that divided the room in the middle two-headed blondes, a man lying on the bed and a woman sitting on a chair beside him, turned in her direction and looked for a moment with an air of surprise. Do not expect more hits now - Jean was very categorical about this, when he told his mother not to worry about, that everyone had to salute those who were already here - and only after a while she realized what must have seemed rude to remain in standing there staring at the girl arrived just as if it were a sort of very strange animal.
"No trouble, my dear," he said, standing up by going and meeting, Riza and stretched her lips into a smile of courtesy. "The fact is that I knocked and I did not hear answer, so I thought I would get to see if everything was OK."
"You did good, well done," said the woman, visibly embarrassed. "Do not you have just heard. You know, we're so nervous about tomorrow's departure that ... "
" Mom! "The voice of Havoc forced the mother to stop abruptly in mid-sentence and when the woman turned to him and asked him what was wrong with what he had just said, given that was the truth, Jean nervously ran his hand behind his neck, while his cheeks are tinged with a faint red, and almost without realizing it raised its head over the shoulders of the woman who stood before him and make eye contact with Riza . He smiled, she enjoyed it, and if one part of this long amplified his embarrassment that the other could not please him. They were always too little time I had seen her smile, and the idea of being alone, for once, manager, made him feel better than the people around him at that moment could never imagine.
stared at her for a moment, hardly even hear what his mother was saying, but after a while, 'it was the woman to stop talking with him and turned to that Riza, caught by surprise, did the impossible to return to serious, drawing on his face an expression so that false Havoc could not help but let a giggle escape from her lips with amusement. "Of course I'm just rude," he was saying his mother, one hand resting on her cheek as she always did when he felt he had made a big, very big mistake. "I did not even invite you to sit! Please, dear, sit down here too, "he continued, pointing at the chair on which, until a few moments before, she had been sitting, but she drew back politely, saying he could not stay long, since it was his turn to begin.
"I went just to bring them," he said, holding out her hands toward the other woman, and only at that moment, it appeared as if by magic, Havoc and his mother noticed the package that Riza was their offering. It was covered with a white card decorated with silver wavy lines that were seen only when the weak winter sun crash down on them, and thanked the woman for the good thoughts in a voice all too acute and bow just mentioned.
"They are just cookies," he continued, Riza, leaving the package in the hands of the mother of Havoc. "The Lieutenant is always complaining that the office does not bring anything good ... I thought you might like, "he concluded, looking the man straight in the eye. He thanked her with a smile and a wave of his hand and she, after having wished him the best and snatched the promise that he would feel if he went away, leaving them alone again.
The room fell silent when Riza came out, and nobody broke until the mother was not sure that now she could no longer hear what she had lots and lots of it means. She folded her lips just mentioned in a smile and then, without saying a word, he sat down again beside his son and slowly unwrapped the package until they saw white pasta golden pastries. Havoc and handed the package to be served after both she glanced toward the door.
"It seems like a really nice girl," she said, trying to keep the tone more vague as possible, but this did not prevent some of Havoc to feel a shiver up the back. He knew his mother better than he would ever be willing to recognize and if there was something he had learned about her, all those years of living together, was that when the woman used tone that could mean only the argument that they were talking about her so anxious that, a bit ', even if she was ashamed.
The boy finished his biscuit slowly, hoping to gain some 'time, and then shrugged. "Always try to be helpful," he replied, it being deliberately vague, and praying, in vain, of course, this could put an end to that conversation. But the woman had to have other plans, because as soon as he tried to change the subject, asking whether he had brought an umbrella, because that morning he had heard from nurses who would soon began to snow, she said hurriedly, anxious to return to what they were saying before.
"And it's pretty," he said, in fact, and nearly choked Havoc is not a cookie. And such a thing as hell would have to meet? She watched her mother with her mouth and eyes wide open, wondering where to find the courage to go to him to say such a thing, and take him long to be able to scrape together enough firmness - in voice, attitude and every fiber of his body - to be able to tell his mother, loud and clear, once and for all, that the argument Riza Hawkeye was absolutely off limits . "It's already in love with someone else."
From the throat of his mother went to a mortified, of surprise, and when he looked at his son to apologize and tell him that it was insensitive to talk about it when it was clear that he did not intend to broach the subject, he felt the earth open beneath his feet, plunged into the bowels of the earth. Havoc was turned towards the window, staring at nothing in particular and even though she could not see the expression painted on his face did not make it hard to imagine. He was serious, his brow furrowed, his lips tight against each other in a hard line and the breast regularly moved up and down, controlling your breathing with difficulty. As he were ill, she could only imagine.
Havoc ran a hand through his blond tufts that falling on the forehead and then, without saying a word, reached out a hand to the back tray of cookies and took one, sending him down in one gulp, almost, before taking another. They were good, his favorite, and he never gave his blessings that his mother did not gliel'avesse pointed out, because if it was painful in itself because being in love with a woman who never, ever would have even taken into account the ' idea to reciprocate, knowing that she was aware of these, however, was absolutely useless things even worse.
took another biscuit from the tray, with a sigh, and when the corner of his eye he noticed that the cakes had come, leaned his lips in a bitter smile. It was ridiculous as all that concerned her was so damn short - time he could spend with her, the times when we delude ourselves that perhaps the hint of a smile that he had seen it appear on the face to face for some reason him and not somebody else - and while stretched out his hand again to take yet another cookie could not help but think that despite everything, he would have much preferred that she had brought a pack of cigarettes. With the life that forced me to do here, you said , at least I would last longer.
and swallowed the last cookie he had left.

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[Fullmetal Alchemist] I need your warmth to know that I'm still in your hearts

Title: I need your warmth to know that I'm still in your hearts
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang
Pairing: Havoc / Roy / Riza
Prompt: "I'm cold"
Rating: PG
Party: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Platonic! Threesome, missing moment , shounen-ai
Spoiler: Vol 21
Word Count: 1703 ( Contaparole )
Summary: He took another shot, then throwing out of the mouth and nostrils a giant cloud of smoke that went to disperse on the ceiling, and then, again, looked back at the door as if, at any moment , would have to open wide. Would not happen, of course - had too many problems, too many things to do and organize, and there was no time to deal with a ballast like him - but now it just missed the day he would resign and transfer in a facility closer to his home in the east, that each day that passed seemed to lose precious moments to share with the people he cared more than ever, people who perhaps, even had already forgotten him.
Notes: Written for the Advent Calendar [out of the race] held by michiru_kaiou7
Discaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa and therefore I do not gain absolutely nothing but the taste to make them what they want * evil laugh *.


There was no doubt now that the winter had finally ousted all other seasons, and he did every year coma, had applied to everything and everyone, covering the world with its icy winds , with the snow gently down from heaven to hide under his innocence all that would remain firm and immovable to accept upon himself.
Jean Havoc had never really loved the winter - he liked the warm, beautiful girls in costume on the shores of the Great Lakes that were in the south - but until then had never realized that the contempt he felt in respect of that period could reach such a high level. It was often found to curse him, in those last days, looking out the window with the sole desire to pull the curtains to never have to see the wind stirred the tops of trees or undisturbed snow falling to the ground, and all This he had done nothing but increase every most days of his temper, almost turning into a cantankerous old grouch and who had nothing better to do than complain about everything and everyone to receive some 'attention. And he knew that was so, because more than once he heard the voices of nurses who complained to him that was always and always in a bad mood, just like an old man.
It's easy for you to say. You have no idea what kind of life awaits me out of here. Havoc ran a hand through his short, blonde hair, reviving the clump that fell over his forehead, then leaned over the table and squeezed between the fingers on the cigarette packet that was placed above and one of the matches. There were fewer than five cigarette butts in there, but instead of becoming a man turned over the package in his hands, staring as if it were actually transparent, while it continued to twist and turn constantly reminded that it was Lieutenant Hawkeye to take him almost three weeks earlier.
A package had never lasted so long, she thought, her lips bent in a bitter smile, and then, almost without realizing it, raised his head and look up towards the closed door. So three weeks have passed, eh? sighed, remembering the last time I had seen and that Lieutenant Colonel Mustang, and suddenly felt as if his body was shaken by a cold shiver born this way, spontaneously, within his soul. "It's bitterly cold here," He pulled in his pajamas, in the heavy coat he had been given to cope with the winter cold, and then pulled the blanket up to his chest, hoping - useless, he knew it by myself - that this would heat it, at least a bit '.
remained in that position for several moments, not knowing what to do, and then let out a groan from the lips frustrated and angry with quick movements and clenched between his teeth and lit a cigarette, inspiring and full all the smoke that would been able to contain the lungs. Recently he got into the habit smoking in the evening, when he had gathered enough nervousness, to dissolve at least part of his problems go to bed most comfortable, but lately it seemed that every thing that happen was a fuse that can rodergli the liver and all the viscera, and a cigarette in the evening was not enough anymore.
He took another shot, then throwing out of the mouth and nostrils a giant cloud of smoke that went to disperse on the ceiling, and then, again, looked back at the door as if, at any moment, he would due to open wide. Would not happen, of course - had too many problems, too many things to do and organize, and there was no time to deal with a ballast like him - But now it just missed the day he would have resigned for transfer to a facility closer to his home in the east, that each day that passed seemed to lose precious moments to share with the people he cared more Overall, people who perhaps had even forgotten about him already.
He felt a sickening lump in the throat, the idea that, indeed, they had left behind, but then shook his head from side to side, closing his eyes and giving himself mentally imbecile. It was not to think about it, did not have to think of things that made him feel so bad - it was not really the case in this way to worsen the mood caused by bad weather - And trying to focus all your attention on something a bit 'happier you did fall on the pillows, his gaze to the ceiling.
He never knew how long he remained immersed in this terrible state - empty the mind and the eyes become unable to recognize the forms that were before them - but, suddenly, the sound of the handle that lowers filled the room as if it were was a gunshot and Havoc pulled up abruptly, almost confused and scared, just in time to see the edge of a dark coat that slips over the door jamb.
"Colonel," From his throat came a hoarse sound almost, because of the emotion, and when the man took a few steps inside the room, complaining of cold, snow, and damn umbrella disappeared somewhere behind him appeared resigned to a woman's face. "Lieutenant," he said, more gently, while the two were closing the door behind him and approached his bed.
Roy got rid of the coat, resting awkwardly on the first stool that he happened to throw and Riza did the same - with much more grace, of course - then sitting on the bed of Second Lieutenant and tilting his head slightly to one side while resting a hand on his cheek and stroking the beard with his thumb. "So you've decided to let it get to grow, eventually," he said, and at that moment, while Havoc laughed, saying that life in the hospital had not left much choice, even Roy sat on the edge of the bed, on the other side, and unceremoniously squeezed between the fingers of the other man's ear, pulling him as he would do if clutches had happened between her an annoying brat and disobedient.
"Lord! But that comes to mind? It made me sick. "Havoc, when he managed to free himself from the grip of his superior, ran a hand on the painful point and Roy looked at him with a severely, trying to hide - even quite badly - as he was being amusing. "But it seems," began the Colonel, as if he had not even heard the complaints of his subordinate, "Hospital life does not prevent you to ruin your of your life, with those damn cigarettes!" The two men quickly moved their attention to the butt that Havoc and held tight between his fingers while Riza took a hand in front of the mouth trying to hide the laughter, the lieutenant muttered something the two newcomers were unable to grasp and leaned over the table, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"I hope now to be happy," he said, dropping on the pillow and crossing his arms to his chest. "Force me to turn off the only cigarette I can smoke during the day when it is not even half-consumed. This was cruel, for its part, I hope at least if they know it. "
Roy shrugged. "I did it for your own good," he just answer, assuming the same attitude that children had the other man, but before the two could start by bathrobe for that nonsense, Riza put a hand on the arm of Havoc. The man turned to look at her, blinking his eyes rapidly, and when he read in his eyes If you insist on acting like two little kids I shoot you idiots! raised his arms in the air in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop," he said with a tone that was half way between the frightened and amused, and Roy did the same when she looked at him, too. The
seemed to have passed the centuries, the last time you felt that way, happy, without anything that would make his life perfect and complete, and for some time none of them did or said nothing. They simply stand there, next to each other in a continuous exchange of looks alone say much more than hundreds of words of contacts that made them feel good, less alone. Nothing on earth could break what they had built together, addiction and the support they felt they needed more air we breathe, and Havoc, for a moment, he felt a real idiot to have thought that the idea of those people would leave him. He leaned toward
Riza and after resting a hand behind his neck pulled her hand, placing his lips on hers, and after a moment he felt the warm hand of Colonel on his neck. Now it's up to me, seemed he was saying and so he parted from her, and turning round, he let Roy leans over him, that took her face in her hands. The kiss they exchanged was long in need, as and when they parted, Colonel leaned her forehead against the other man and closed his eyes. "I missed you so much," he said with a sigh, and then hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder while Havoc's surrounded the back with one arm and pressed against Riza itself.
The heat of their bodies was so intense as to make him almost lose his balance and being given a light kiss on the woman's hair, Havoc turned back towards the window. The snow came down even more dense now, and the wind was even stronger, but something inside him told him he was going so well. "I've missed you too," she said, her lips bent in a smile. Now I no longer cold. Finally.