Ishbal dreams ch6

[okami_hu]

Disclaimer: World & characters are the property of Arakawa Hiromu & Square-ENIX. However, the fic itself belongs to us (kira_k & okami_hu). I have to stress that – sadly – we’re not making any money from this.
Beta: midorigirl
Rating: NC-17 ^___^
Pairings: still the prince and the general
Note: This chapter is a little shorter; it also closes the first part of the story. But don’t worry, there’s more! ^__^


Ishbal Dreams – Chance



The prince wraps his arms around the other man and lowers his head to his shoulders. "Just tell me what you would like me to do and I'll do it." He caresses the general's back and hair lovingly.

The touches remind him of the body that is hiding behind the violet and blue clothes. Roy’s grin is feral; he pulls the prince closer to him, and kisses him. "You’d give up control?"

"For your happiness..." Maes looks deep into Roy's eyes, his own gaze serious. "I'll do that. I love you, Roy."

"And if I don't want you," Mustang asks after a pause, "To change yourself for me?" This time he ignores the words 'I love you', because he doesn't want to start another argument, and he still isn't sure if he could return them. Yes, he feels something for the prince; however, he won't call it love.

"Then I'll most probably fuck your brains out, I believe." Maes says with an innocent look.

Blink. Blink. Roy's brain is overwhelmed with the images those simple words created, and Roy knows he is standing there open-mouthed like a fish, but he doesn't seem to care. At least he can speak. "I was counting on a serious answer."

"You asked what I would do if I won't change myself for you." The prince cups the general's face with one hand. "And if I do it like I always do, I'll be dominant and creative and passionate. Your body fascinates me and I want to get acquainted with every inch of your beautiful marble skin."

"I..." Roy gulps. The prince's words ignited the embers within him, and the fire runs through his veins, all over his body. He kisses Maes, biting his lower lip, before grinning at him like a naughty school-boy. "Just don't forget, I'm not some housebroken pet, and I bite."

"I shall try to tame you then," Maes grins and his voice is awesomely deep and sensual and amused. He kisses back hard, exploring Mustang's mouth with his skilled tongue, while his fingers slip down the alchemist's chest to caress his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Roy moans into the prince's mouth, and thrusts his chest forward to receive more of the caresses. He tangles the fingers of his left hand into the short black hair, to keep Maes' head close, while he tries to take off the too many layers of clothing from the prince with his other hand. "You're welcome to try," he answers at last, when he needs to pull back for air.

The dark robe slides down from the broad shoulders and the prince steps back, pulling Roy with him to land on the bed. Once there, he places a hand on Roy’s chest. "Stay." Then he rushes to the door, pokes his head out and strictly tells the guards to not let anybody in.

"They won't wonder about the noises?" Roy asks, half-listening to the order. He is sitting up comfortably and waits for the prince.

"Not if we don't make any." Maes shrugs and suddenly stops, an evil gleam flaring up in his eyes. "Although..." he drawls as he stalks closer to the other man, "If I remember, you're the one who can't keep his mouth shut..." He leans closer, and the devious glittering in his burgundy gaze is a little alarming.

"What are you talking about?" Roy asks, feeling like the prey again, but this time there is excitement and just a minimal amount of fear.

Maes cackles, while he pulls away and unties the knot on his long sash. "You said you're a prisoner here, didn't you...? Now, let me make clear what the word "prisoner" means in my terms." Despite how dangerous his words sound, there are amused and gentle sparks in his eyes.

"No," Roy says, as his mind makes the connections. But he feels himself harden more as he shakes his head against the prince's idea, and his voice is missing its hard edge. "No way."

"Begging victim," Maes states, while he kisses Roy's forehead gently. "I like it."

"What?!" Roy backs away a little, but he is sitting on the bed, and the prince is still within arm's reach. "I don't beg. And I'm certainly not begging now." He scowls at Maes, before throwing himself forward to push the prince into a lying position, with himself on top.

The prince resists with all his might. "You said you want me to be myself. And now, you want to force me into the opposite? That's not too logical."

"I don't want you to change, but nor will I," Roy answers seriously, as he holds one of the prince’s wrists tightly. "I'm not your waiting, willing victim, you’ll need to fight. And if you won't, I'm happy to have the upper hand."

"Please, choose your weapon."

"Well, I didn't think I would need any, nor have I any here..." Roy answers with a smile, and bites the prince’s wrist softly, before retreating. He's clearly in a playful mood, and he can't comprehend Maes' unwillingness to participate.

Maes gets impatient. "You told me that I have to fight, that I have to defeat you." Suddenly (looks like his thoughts are pretty quick now), he snaps his fingers and stands up. "I bet you can't remain sitting on the bed for ten minutes!" he tells Roy meanly, as if he was some a child, teasing his companion. "Battle of patience. If you can sit there quietly for ten minutes, I lose."

Roy stares at the prince. What?! "And you told me, you're a soldier... You've never wrestled, mock-fought? Pinning the other one down, feeling the adrenaline rush..." He closes his eyes, and inhales deeply then adds in a very low voice, "Or is it just me who feels it?"

"I believe the soldiers might come in if the sound of a fight seeps out," Maes points out and feels very smart. "Don't you trust your willpower? You can't sit still even for ten short minutes...?"

"I can, but my mood will fly away," Roy answers, and after a moment lies back, with his head thrown back, his neck exposed.

Maes is not paying attention. He lets the sash fall and slowly pulls his shirt over his head. Like he was preparing for bed all alone, he yawns and caresses his own smooth chest. He kicks off his sandals and equally slowly, he removes his loose trousers too.

"Hey, I moved," Roy calls out after he manages to tear his eyes away from the dark skin. "You won."

Maes puts his hands on his hips and laughs triumphantly. "Let us continue then, my way."

"You were manipulating me..." Roy declares in a slightly offended tone. He was ready to give up, but not like this... However, if the prince is willing to continue, he can afford to let it go.

"All is fair in love and war, haven't you ever heard that?" And with this, Maes fetches the belt of his robe too and then sits down on the bed again. "Hands, please."

"What for?" Roy asks, as he ponders whether to hold out his hands or not. Yes, he can guess that the prince wants to tie him up, but weren’t they speaking about a gag? "You're enjoying this too much, having someone to do your bidding," he decides, and holds out his hands.

"I'm a man born and raised to lead. I like when people obey me." The prince secures Roy's hands to the bedpost and takes his sash to gag him indeed. "There you go, a silent prisoner."

Roy clearly wants to answer the prince, but can't because of the sash in his mouth. So he just rolls his eyes, and lets himself relax. He can still move his legs and he can worm away, if it tickles or anything, but he's almost helpless. Of course he could try to undo the belt, but he doesn't want to. Not really. So he cocks one of his eyebrows, showing his impatience.

Maes doesn't restrain himself, he attacks the fair chest with his lips, kissing, licking and biting his way down the flat abdomen to the waistband of the trousers. Once there, he looks up and grins. "Lift your hips."

Roy enjoys the attention, and quietly moans against the cloth in his mouth. He growls deep in his throat when the prince orders him to move, and only after a moment, to show that it’s his decision and not just obedience, he lifts his hips.

Maes peels the garment off of him and licks Roy's manhood playfully, before moving upwards to tease the skin on his neck with feather-light kisses.

It's not fair! Roy wants to touch the prince, scrape his back, bite into the playful tongue and kiss the graceful neck, but he can't. It's frustrating that he can't hold Maes' head to his crotch, and can't touch him to reciprocate. But these things don't stop him moaning more, and arching his neck to give more space.

"We have a bit of a problem here," Maes murmurs into the General's ears. "No oil or anything. So I have to turn to something available." He licks his finger then, and teases Roy's opening with it.

'Not that I can really protest,' Roy thinks... He opens his legs, trying to relax, but the spit will dry up too soon, so either Maes won't have enough time to prepare him, or he won't be slippery enough. But it's a minor concern, and Roy knows a little pain can be pleasurable too... He just hopes that Maes knows that fine line between the two.

The prince is not concerned because spit is only one of the available materials. He leaves Roy and sits down next to him. "Watch," he commands softly and he wraps his fingers around his own manhood.

Roy's eyes open slightly wider as Maes works on himself, and he feels his own shaft throbbing sympathetically, but he can't touch it, and it's an exquisite torture... He turns away his head soon, even if he angers the prince with it.

Maes doesn't mind, the goal wasn't pushing Roy over the edge with the sight. The prince carefully gathers the pearly white drops which escape from the both of them and carefully works it into the general. He does it a little too forcefully, he knows, but it'll dry and he doesn't want to enter into that fair body like that. He adds some spit too, and he thrusts his fingers deep into that tight hotness.

Roy moans, and shuts his eyes to be able to feel it more clearly. The pain and pleasure mingle together and he can't seem to get enough, so he lifts up his legs to give more access. His wrists twitch within the bonds, and he pulls at them, but the belt holds fast.

Maes smiles and prepares himself the best he can, and eases himself into that breathtaking body. Once inside, he stops for a minute, because it's so good to be like this. So complete. He places a kiss on Mustang's forehead. "Are you in pain?"

Roy stares at Maes with his brows furrowed, before slowly shaking his head. "No". He isn't in any pain, he is somewhere in between, confusing dream and reality, and it feels good. The stretching as his body adjusts to Maes is a reminder, his silver string to reality. As is his hard and throbbing shaft, which Maes touched only once, but which feels like is about to burst.

The prince smiles again, honestly; and he pulls back a little so that he could slide back in, deeper into that hot heaven. The walls around him feel silky and the scent of the other's body is pounding in his nose. It's like arriving home. He has found the place where he can be at peace. This is what being in love means; this is how it feels. Maes doesn't notice the diamond teardrop running down his face. He's too much occupied with feeling happy. "I love you," he whispers again, even though he knows there wouldn't be a response, even if Roy wasn't silenced. But he has to say it, like the birds have to greet the morning sun with their heartfelt hymn - it's in the blood, it's in the instincts.

Roy shudders around Maes, and he is mesmerized with the single tear of happiness. He, his body, has caused this, and it makes his self-hatred disappear. Because if by doing nothing, by just enjoying Maes' touch, he can cause the prince to be happy - and judging by his face, he is happy - there are surely other things he can do, that won't end up in any sorrow. He wants to kiss away the wetness, but he can't move his head and there is a damp cloth in his mouth, so he just opens his eyes, remembering Maes' fascination with them, and moves his hips in a matching rhythm. And this time he wants to give this like a gift, for the warmth he received, because it made his heart flutter.

Maes keeps on whispering, repeating Roy's name with each and every thrust; his heart sings, the world ceases to exist, save his lover's trembling frame. This isn't a shag. This is MAKING LOVE, in capital letters. As the peak draws near, his breathing becomes heavy and his movements become faster but not wilder. "Will... will you... come for me...?" he pants softly.

Roy doesn't nod, because if he moves his head, he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open, but he allows his control to slip away, there is no need to hold back anymore. A few more thrusts and there is only white noise as his body finds his release. He can't seem to find the way back to reality.

Maes shudders helplessly. It's a little frightening; his body's not tensing up, the wave of the orgasm sweeps through him like a silk sheet. His voice is gone though; all he can do is stare into those deep midnight eyes and when Roy reaches the peak, the prince feels like falling into those eyes, as if they were deep wells. In their depths, death is waiting; but what is Death if not the longest, sweetest dream...? He feels like he would have no body, just soul; and his soul is touching the fair general's. Eternity in one heartbeat.

Roy comes back, and slowly he can see the prince's eyes and hear their heartbeats. It's a steady rhythm and it serves further to ground him. He unclenches his teeth from around the sash, and suddenly his uncomfortable position comes to mind, reminding him of his aching arms, tired legs.

The prince slowly remembers too, so he reluctantly pulls his softened member out of the other man's sweet body. Then, he quickly releases his prisoner, gently undoing the belt and the sash. "How are you?"

Roy has to swallow before he can answer. "Sore. Good. Like my brain exploded." He stops here, before he shows the results of the exploded brain. He moves a little to lie comfortably, and pulls down the prince for a kiss. It's deep and as long as Roy can manage - he makes up now for the left out kisses during their lovemaking. Lovemaking? "Lovemaking?" he wonders, looking into Maes' eyes.

" What about it?" Maes isn't too coherent now. "Yes, that's what they call it. Your wrists? Do they hurt? And could you kiss me again...?"

Roy glances at his hands and shows them to Maes. There are red rope burns from his struggling. "What do you think?" And before Maes could brood about it he kisses him again, long and sweet, with the embers of passion, but without real fire.

The prince enjoys the kiss but when he runs out of air, instead of the general's lips, he kisses the red marks. "I'm sorry. Next time, I'll be more careful." He stretches out on the bed and opens his arms in a warm and gentle invitation.

"What next time!?" Roy stays where he is. "I won't let you tie me up next time; it was like a bloody torture."

"Oh." A wise smile. "Why so?"

"Care to find out first hand?"

"Yes." So simply.

Roy stares. Blinks. And starts to laugh, before rolling into Maes' arms. "Then you will..." He murmurs with an evil grin, before closing his eyes. "It's warm and ... safe here." He tells the prince, and inches as close as he can, without lying on top of the Ishbalite.

"See? You're safe here. If not anywhere else, then in my arms." Somehow, Maes doesn't feel sleepy at all; he kisses the top of the other man's head. "One hour at most, Angel of Alabaster. I have to go then. It'll get suspicious otherwise. But until then - sweet dreams."

Roy nods against the shoulder and he sleeps.

Comments

[mukashi-mukashi.livejournal.com]

I love this fic, this latest chapter makes me happy. I squee with delight for the boys in love!

[lenihanfighter.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Chapter starts good. "Then, I'll most probably fuck your brain out, I believe." Maes says with an innocent look. Especially the addition of "innocent look" makes this very good. XDDDD It reminds me of Eddings. "I'm the best in the world," Silk admitted modestly is only one of them. I think yours is better though. It's truly hilarious! XDDDDD And Roy's reaction to that as well. So cute!

*some time later*

... Oh gosh... I think you two girls have managed to corrupt me a little further. Not that I resisted very hard. I think I just read my first "bondagy" fic ever and I enjoyed every minute of it. In this case, I can only bow for your talent, both of you. It was hot. It was good. It was... perfect. Words escape me to describe it. I adored it.

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Wait 'till the chains come into the picture... XDDD

[lenihanfighter.livejournal.com]

I can hardly wait! n_n *sparkles happily* Because I don't think I've read that yet... right? No, that other time was without it... I think. Otherwise I need to re-read it all. Now, not that I mind that. *grins slyly*