Ishabl Dreams ch8

[okami_hu]

Disclaimer: World & characters are the property of Arakawa Hiromu & Square-ENIX. However, the fic itself belongs to me (OKami). I have to stress that – sadly – I’m not making any money from this.
Beta: pockygirl
Rating: NC-17 for m/m smut
Pairings: Maes x Roy
Note: The usual stuff. And awww, soldiers male-bonding here, cute... ^_^


Ishbal Dreams - Relief


Once they reach the big, ornamented door, Scar releases Roy and hands him over to Maes. The Prince's burgundy eyes widen and he drags Roy further in. "What were you doing?? I thought you visited your men..."

"I was." Roy answers, as soon as they stop, and shrugs as he touches his cut lip. "It's nothing."

Maes slaps Roy's hand away and pulls up his shirt, just to wince when he sees the black and blue bruises. "Your ribs will never heal, if you keep it up like this," he scolds the general. "I'll bring the medicines. Does it hurt? Would you like a painkiller?"

Roy stares at the prince in confusion. When did he become Roy's mother? And this worrying is making him nervous. It's not like the prince hasn't seen him in much worse condition, so why? But still, he answers the questions, one after the other. "My ribs are healing, if you don't touch, it doesn't hurt, and only if you want to touch."

The prince POUTS. For a whole minute. But then, he shrugs and sits down next to Mustang. "At least, can I lick off the blood of your face, or would you deny me that too? Because you denied me the fun today, that's sure. I can't touch you, since you're in such a bad shape."

"I didn't..." Roy shakes his head. That pout should be an illegal weapon. "I'm sorry, I ruined your plans." He stares down, and tries not to think about the prince and blood-licking. It shouldn't be erotic, dammit! But just thinking about Maes' tongue, bathing him all over... He gulps. An idea comes into his mind, and with a wicked grin Roy goes down to his knees. Now his face is in level with the prince's crotch. Perfect.

The prince looks down at the alchemist. "What are you up to, Angel of Alabaster...?"

"You'll see, my Prince." Roy answers, and there is a maniac glint in his eyes. He nudges the prince's legs open, and inches into the gap. He places his hands where Maes' thighs and hips meet, to hold the prince in place as he leans forward. The Ishbalite's member is still clothed, but it doesn't worry Roy. He wets the layers, licking through them, nuzzling him, teasing Maes mercilessly.

The prince throws his head back and enjoys the treatment fully. His member hardens quickly and he grips the edge of the bench for not to grab Roy's hair. "Ohh... G-god...!" His breath comes in gasps as he tries to push his hips forward because he needs more friction, more of that greedy pink tongue!

Roy holds strongly, not allowing the movement - these are his rules, and the prince should honor them! He bites softly, knowing the cloth will take the edge off of it enough, before licking again. "Be still." He asks, when he pulls back at last. He unbuttons and unlaces the clothes that hide Maes, moving swiftly and ignoring the faint ache or pull in his muscles. He wants to have a naked prince.

Maes is too occupied with feeling damn good than to put up any resistance. So he obeys, throwing off his clothes as fast as he can. He has no idea what Roy could have in mind, but he's going to explode from want if he doesn't do something and pronto.

Roy kneels back, and puts his hands back onto the hip joint, effectively holding the prince down. He leans forward, and starts to lick around Maes' shaft; the bellybutton, the thighs, the hips. He softly nips one of the thighs before deciding he teased enough, and moving to the proud and erect shaft. He strengthens his hold, and starts to lick it, with fast, small movements, like a cat.

Maes places a hand on Roy's head, not urging him, just to feel the movement. He mumbles something on Ishbalian, which Roy can't quite understand yet... however, he can clearly make out the word "good". The prince's member is hot and pulsing with blood; it twitches and throbs. Pearly white drops glisten on its end.

Roy smiles as he licks the bitter drops. The prince is close, because of him, and the murmuring is stroking his ego also. Roy tilts his head, to have enough space to reach Maes' balls, sucking them into his mouth, rolling them around. He's still aiming for 'almost-enough-but-not-quite pleasure", still teasing the Ishbalite. He wants to see the other loose control because of Roy.

Maes cries out as Roy takes his jewels into his mouth and his body is shaking. He's short on air and on patience too... He tries to remember, how to speak Amestrisian and he has to fight very hard to force out the words and they're not more than a whimper: "R-Roy... Pleease... do... make... come! Torture... Can't... take...!!"

Oh, this is like music to his ears, and he smiles before letting the twin orbs slip out of his mouth. He knows, probably he won't do this again, because watching and hearing the prince begging doesn't appeal now like it did before. He doesn't want to bring low this proud creature. He stops thinking and puts a light kiss onto the trembling shaft, before engulfing it with his mouth. He laps at it and sucks it.

Maes bites his lip so that he won’t cry out and his teeth scrape the soft skin, wounding it. A drop of blood escapes from the cut but the prince doesn't notice. The need is howling in him and Roy's mouth is heaven and his balls clench painfully before he comes hard, his back arching like a bow ready to snap and a strained, loud moan escapes from his throat. The world explodes into pure white light before his eyes.

Roy greedily swallows the fruit of his work, and cleans up the prince, as his shaft softens and his breathing evens. He licks one last time, before looking up. He notices the blood, and he brings up one finger to have that too. As he sucks on his own fingertip, he almost moans at the mix of the metallic and bitter tastes, but he stops himself. He slowly stands up, and reaches for Maes' clothes to help him put them on.

The prince obeys again, kind of letting himself be dressed. He's still floating above the ground and suddenly, he reaches out and pulls Roy closer to the kiss. He can taste his own blood and semen in the other's mouth and it's intoxicating. "Thank you" he sighs softly. Then, he attempts to have another taste because no matter how disgusting or perverted it sounds, he LIKES IT.

Roy lets himself be kissed, and kisses back, but the prince is holding him in a painful place, so he pries down his hand. He soothingly caresses the prince's neck and face, before sinking into a third kiss.

Maes slips down from the bench to sit on the floor and takes Roy, cuddling him closely and very carefully. He just wants to sit here for all eternity. "I love you, my efreet" he murmurs. "Nobody gave me fire and pleasure like you do. Can I hold you for a while? Please...?"

"I suppose..." Roy answers, a little confused. Yeah, he gave a bloody good blowjob, but why isn't the prince at least a little upset with him controlling everything? He already came down from the high... He searches those burgundy eyes, seeking an answer.

Maes looks back, into those inquiring eyes and that honest face and he melts. He gently cups the general's face and breaths a kiss on his forehead. "Yes, Angel of Alabaster? What would you like to know?"

"You... just allowed me to take the lead and I conquered you..." Roy says, as he tries to form a whole sentence about his confusion. "Yet, I know, you like control."

"I do." Maes strokes the jet black hair lovingly. "But I also love you. Any game, any situation, any fun you might think up - it's okay. I don't mind to give up control when it's you who wants to rule me. I even like it. Simply because it's you." He kisses the fair soldier's lips again, mindful of their injuries.

In Roy heads it doesn't make much sense, but he knows Maes is honest. He stores the answer away for further examination, not needing to understand it now. Roy allows himself to enjoy the kiss, before glancing into those burgundy eyes with sorrow. "It's almost time."

Pain flashes in the prince’s eyes before he closes them and sighs. "Yes, it is. You'll be gone again, leaving me here alone and empty. For every moment without you is wasted and my bed is cold..." He sniffs a little. "But I shall survive to see another day and your beautiful face. Tomorrow then, in the usual time." He doesn't let Roy go for another five minutes.

"I wonder..." Roy murmurs "don't be angry, but didn't you tell me about lovers and concubines?" He isn't sure, what should he feel.

"Those are lovers and concubines. I like them, even love them more or less but you're the one, who conquered my heart in a whole. My concubines are all beautiful women but they were forced to this role or accepted it knowing that there will be no love in it. And my lovers... Dolchet; well, I think he's in love with me and I respect and like him much but he actually doesn't care if I love him or not. The Silver Spirit..." Maes smiles mystically "That's a battle, a real challenge, a game to play. Love is there, yes and respect and all but we both have somebody to turn to, when the Sun sets and our chambers began to feel hollow."

Roy is surprised at the last one. Who could this mystical Silver Spirit be? "I meant..." he swallows "you can't go on like this. We steal an half an hour here, or an hour there, and you can always decide to visit me, but I fear that you'll endanger yourself, your reputation, your country." It's not an attempt to escape this situation, but real worry which makes Roy speak.

Maes shakes his head slowly. "I don't care. If they think I can't protect my country anymore because I love an Amestrisian, then let it be. I can't give you up. My mind is full of your face; my heart sings your name. Don't worry and don't ask me to forget about you, because I can't." He strokes the black hair again.

"I won't, but please be careful. If someone knows, he'll be able to destroy you by using me." Roy leans into the touch, before standing up slowly. He holds out one of his hands to the prince also. "I'm afraid our time is up."

Maes sighs deeply. He takes the hand and stands up. While he leads Roy out, he kisses him with every second step. "I'll escort you back. I can't let you roam freely in the corridors you know." The voice is full of gentleness and amusement.

"I... wanted to go back, down, to my men. I've some unfinished business..." Roy says, between two kisses, panting a little. He doesn't like to ask for permission to go, and he hoped to evade this.

"Then, we have ten more minutes" Maes smiles cheerfully and calls a servant and gives her orders. "Scar will be back soon."

"Uhm, thanks." Roy answers, and doesn't know if he should trust that Scar would bring some booze, or not, and ask the prince. He chooses to trust, and smiles at Maes. The Ishbalite is looking regal and composed, not like someone who was so desperate to come some minutes ago. He stands on his toes and stretches himself, allowing his tired muscles some relief. He's half hard, but he ignores it - he got off from the fight, the violence, and those mewing noises the Ishbalite made as he made the prince mad with desire. They don't have enough time, and Roy can wait a little more. Or take care of himself in the solitude of his cell. "When will I see you next for more than some minutes?"

"Well, I'll visit you for our usual lesson tomorrow. I don't know then... Wait, I can show you my private garden. Although I'm pretty sure you don't exactly adore flowers and trees..."

"I don't have any problems with nature." Roy says, smiling. "As long as it isn't too cold or raining outside." He kisses the prince, and decides to give him some power over himself. He rubs into him, just a little and whispers into his ear, his tone wickedly innocent. "Should I wait with this for you, or shall you make me nicely aroused in the garden?"

"Tomorrow then, my love" Maes whispers fondly. “I'll show you what beauties nature can offer for both of us. And I hope, when you'll be alone in your room, and you decide to give in to your body's needs..." he gently palms Roy's crotch "You'll sigh my name out as you ride the waves of pleasure."

"Well, you won't be there to hear it..." Roy gulps, and steps away. "... but I'll see what can I do." This little teasing backfired, and now, he would almost welcome Havoc’s fist in his guts, just to chase away the desire. Roy tries to compose himself, because it'd be Hell if Scar should see him like this. He breathes deeply, and doesn't go anywhere near the prince, for the remaining time.

Maes just chuckles quietly and mentally lists the herbs and spices, which can chase away the fever of lust from one's body. Perhaps he should make something for Roy. Maybe even for himself too.

Scar arrives in time and in his hand a big bottle is dangling, filled with some clear liquid.

Roy goes without saying goodbye, too happy to flee from the arousing sight of the prince. "Thank you, first warlord." He says to Scar, as he watches the glass. He wants to know what they will drink. "What's that?"

"It's something that can be made only in Ishbal, so I doubt you ever tasted it. It is made from a certain cactus, the usual way alcohol is made. It's strong. And you have to take a few sips before you can feel the taste. Just to warn you."

"Oh, I plan to take more than a few sips..." Roy murmurs, and grins at the scarred Ishbalite. "From a cactus? Well, I think the human mind is really scary sometimes..."

Scar can't stand the comment and he laughs. His voice is incredibly rich now. "You're right, I suppose. We don't have many choices, when we want to make alcohol. It's either the cactus or fruit."

"Fruit makes good wine..." Roy comments, as he ponders on Scar's voice. The first warlord is relaxed around him, even friendly. Almost like, he ... trusts Roy. And it's such an impossible thing, he has to ask, his tone joking. "Do you trust me, first warlord?" He didn't give the other any reason, and he feels like he knows for sure he’ll receive a negative answer.

"Well..." Scar ponders a little. "As much I just can, considering that you're my sworn enemy. A little. But yes, no matter how ridiculous it sounds, I kind of do."

Roy stares at the bigger man. What? The admission caught him unaware, and unsettled him. And, even if he's not willing to examine why, it made him feel warm, grateful. "Thank you." Roy offers after a silent moment. "I think," he ponders how to say it right, "you have my friendship. For what it’s worth. The last part is filled with sarcasm - Roy knows very well that the friendship of a prisoner, of an enemy, won't make Scar's life easier an ounce.

The warlord's face turns serious at the comment. "Then, place your hand over your heart and answer me one question truthfully."

"First, the question. If I answer, it'd be the truth." Roy says; his tone is similar to Scar's.

"What do you feel towards the Lord Prince?"

Roy is silent, as he ponders on his answer. He knows, it's the ultimate test for him in Scar's eyes, and surprising even himself, he wants to pass it. "I feel a lot of things, and half of them are unclear to me too. I like him, I want to protect him, even from myself. He has a beautiful body and personality too... I want to know him, what makes him cry out in pleasure and what I shouldn't ever do; I don't want to hurt him, or see him brought low, he's too proud for it." Roy stops, and doesn't know what to say. He doesn't want to say anything about the prince's feelings for him, nor does he want to bring up their relationship's physical side... And really, if he says he's grateful, and in the prince's debt, it wouldn't make much sense... But still, Scar needs to know the whole truth. "I'm in his debt, and he makes me feel good, worthy, and other bunch of positive things, that I'm not used to feeling.”

Scar smiles. The gentle expression suits him so magnificently; his face softens and his true beauty is revealed. He's amazingly handsome; just his usual grumpiness conceals it.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, I can sleep undisturbed." And he pats Roy on the shoulders.

Roy does a superb fish-imitation: he's gaping at Scar, with a silly look on his face. That's it? A pat on his shoulder for his soul-spilling?! And it's not the time to notice Scar's soft smile, what makes him want to see it again and know the person behind the soldier. Maybe with another bottle of cactus-brandy... And beside the want, it makes him remember the aching absence of the prince from his side.



Soon, they’re on the basement level, in front of the Majors' door. Scar hands the bottle over to Roy. "Good luck."

"Thanks..." Roy nods, before opening the door. He smiles at Breda - he was really short and rude with the other man, and hopes he'll forgive it to him. He glances at Havoc, taking in the damage he did.

Havoc is crouched up in the corner of his bed, sulking deeply. He doesn't even look up. Breda on the other hand is lively, like always.

“Welcome back, general!” He salutes.

Roy grins at him, offers him the alcohol for a sip, keeping his voice low and without sarcasm. "A taste, before we do more of that manly bonding?"

Breda is overjoyed; he hasn’t had any booze since they landed here. "Thank you, general!" He takes a sip and frowns. "Not very special... although it's strong."

"Yeah, it's made from cactus..." Roy answers, before taking a sip. It burns. He strides over to Havoc, and offers the bottle without a word.

Breda chokes. "Cactus...?" Havoc, on the other hand looks even more grumpy, if it's even possible, and doesn't make any move.

"We're in the middle of the desert, nothing else grows here." Roy says, and takes another sip, before offering again. "I'm told, after the right amount of it, it'll develop a taste...”

Havoc snarls and snatches the bottle. He takes three or four droughts before his eyes widen and he begins to cough like crazy. His eyes water. "God damn all those Ishbal creatures..." he whimpers while he's gasping for air.

Roy nods, and takes the bottle from him - just for safekeeping of it. He sips it, before handing it to Breda again. "You know, John, when I took my oath to save the country, there was a little half sentence: ‘and its people.’ And my people. I don't want to loose you, any of you." He watches Havoc's reaction, before saying more. He gestures to Breda to pass the booze to the Major.

Breda obeys and Havoc takes another sip. He still refuses to look up at Roy but at least, he answers. "But a soldier serves his country. After all, that's what our sons will inherit. If it's lost, what can we do?"

"It won't be lost, from what I told to them. It'll only be a setback on the front, away from our cities and the civilians." Roy scowls. "I'm not in the Führer's grace, you know that as well as I. Probably because I like to think, not just obey. Did you know, we started the war?"

"We had our reasons." Havoc takes another sip.

"Yeah, like what?" Roy asks. He really doesn't remember, what they were told, why are they fighting. But he knows, alchemy and research was one of the reasons, and of course the inner country's rich mines, and a victorious war always ensures the commoner's acceptance...

"It's up to the generals and the Fuhrer to know, not me. They're leading this country. Theoretically, they should know better than me." Another sip, the brandy is disappearing rapidly.

Roy holds out one hand for the bottle, he wants another taste too. "Well, last I checked, I was a general, so I should know it." He sighs and continues to speak "To tell the truth, we have no noble reasons. We want the riches, the cheap workers, their technology and alchemy, and we want the people to be thinking about the war, not about the Führer and his little asslicking branch."

Havoc looks up finally, straight into Roy's eyes. "Mind if I don't believe what you say?" He asks and his voice is dripping with sarcasm. "You wanna tell me my life, my ideals and my goals are all based upon a lie?"

Roy opens his mouth to say yes, before stopping to think. He doesn't want to destroy his man, far from it. He wants to have him back, his trust and loyalty. "Not necessarily. I told you, we started the war because of ... greed. It doesn't mean you didn't join the army to save and protect Amestris. It doesn't mean you don't want to end this war. It doesn't mean you're not a good man."

Roy takes the bottle, when Havoc doesn't move to give it to him, and takes another gulp of burning cactus-brandy. It still burns him. He gives it back to the Major with a smile.

Havoc slowly becomes broody. In the back of his mind, a small voice tells him that's because he's getting drunk, but he ignores it. He doesn't say anything just hugs his knees and stares into the nothing. "I wanna go home" he whispers barely audibly.

Roy sighs. "When I'm not thinking about my sure-to-be execution, me too." He sits next to Havoc and embraces him, much the same as Farman did to him, comforting the Major as well as he can.

Havoc stiffens first, he's still unsure what to think about Roy... But then, he relaxes and even lowers his head on his superior's shoulders. "These prisons are much nicer than we have back in Central..." He mumbles.

Breda takes the bottle from Roy and takes a few sips before smiling at them. He likes this; the air of true comradeship.

"You saw many, back in Central?" Roy asks, not sure if he wants to know. He tightens his hold, and puts his jaw into the Major's soft blond hair. If the answer is no, he won't tell anything about their methods. If the answer is yes... Well, John would know they get off lightly.

"Not many... a few. Rats. No beds, just straw on the floor. Disgusting food." He sighs.

"Well, that will cover it nicely." Roy closes the topic and frantically searches for another one. "I didn't have time yet to ask, are you alright? No big injuries, no broken bones?"

Breda answers first. "I had a broken rib but it's okay now. Some girl came and she fixed me with some fancy array..." he shrugs. "I believe, Colonel Farman was basically unharmed. First lieutenant Fury sported some bruises and cuts but nothing else."

Havoc shifts a little, but he stays in Roy's embrace. "Open fracture on my leg... Back in the camp, only Marcoh could have cured it."

"Rose is talented; I'll have to thank her. She fixed my jaw, which Scar kindly broke when I burned his side..." Roy answers lightly. He remembers for a moment his way of thanking women, with flirting, sometimes with kisses... He grins as he adds. "Or not, because she is Scar's girl."

There's no reply. Breda's tapping at his own side, supposedly where his injury was; Havoc simply nods and sneaks a hand around the general's waist.

"You need anything?" Roy asks, simply enjoying the friendly touch. He feels like a big brother or father, who needs to reassure his boy that there's nothing under his bed.

"No, general, you shouldn't, well, anger them by requests" Breda quickly replies. "No matter how well they treat you, if you upset them, you could land here with us, couldn't you?"

"Let me be the judge of it, Breda." Roy answers, before repeating his question. "Do you need or want anything?"

Havoc blinks up. "A deck of cards...?"

Roy nods. "I'll try to get it to you." He tightens his hold one last time, before letting the Major free. He slowly stands up. "I'm not sure, when can I come back. Try not to do anything stupid - I'm not sure how far we are from Central, and I don't even know the way out of the Palace." He hopes they won't try to escape, it's almost hopeless, and it would break the Prince's and Scar's trust in him.

Breda smiles brightly, Havoc a little sadly and they both salute to their general.

Comments

[lenihanfighter.livejournal.com]

8:15am... mind's still asleep... But I just had to read the next chapter! You know, I usually fantasize about my own fics and such before falling asleep... but now I could only think of Ishvar Dreams. I think this is what people call an addiction. Oo

*smiles* I'm glad to see that Havoc and Roy made friends again. I was really upset when Havoc was all angry with Roy about the fact that Roy broke his oath. *giggles* And the request of a deck of cards... There he is, imprisoned, and he wants a deck of cards. *laughs* Oh well, I suppose it'll be boring otherwise.

The part with Roy and Hughes was very good as well. It's a nice way to wake up like that. *nods* ^_^ I hope I can survive the rest of the day at school now without being able to read it. XD;

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Myaah - your comments feel nice, you know that...? Give me the feeling I'm doing it right... And Kíra is pleased too.

[lenihanfighter.livejournal.com]

*huggle* It's good to hear that you two like my comments. ^^ And yes, you two are definitely doing it right. XD Don't stop or you'll get angry fan-letters from me. =P

[http://users.livejournal.com/dakara_/]

Just started reading and decided to drop a comment since you say no one really comments.
Pretty great job! Need a beta? XD

And this chapter's just so ..warm-ish. Haha. Yey for Havoc and Roy.
XDDD

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Thankyouverymuch for the comment and yes, please, we need a beta from chapter 7 and above. Chapters 1-6 are already beta'd, I was just lazy to upload them. ^^

[forthavanue.livejournal.com]

^______________^
Glad to help.
So er.. just take it and beta and send it to you? XD

[forthavanue.livejournal.com]

Er I'm dakara_. Haha. Test journal.

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Yupp, that'd be totally okay. ladyokami@yahoo.com

[shin-sama-13.livejournal.com]

that was so cutely sad! it gave me a warm feeling inside the scene between roy and his men! good job. but one thing...isn't havoc's first name jean?

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Half the fandom calls him that, and the other half doesn't. We think that because the aircraft Havoc was named after belonged to the American air forces, his first name should be spelled accordning to the English variant.

And thanks for the comment and the compliment.

[shin-sama-13.livejournal.com]

havoc was named after an aircraft? o.0;;

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Just like all the other characters in the military. Well, excluding Bradley. The Bradley was a tank. And the Breda is either a bomber or a gun-truck. And yes, the Hayate is an aircraft, too.