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.