Ishbal dreams 02

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Disclaimer: World & characters are the property of Arakawa Hiromu & Square-ENIX. However, the fic itself belongs to us (Kíra & OKami). We have to stress that – sadly – we’re not making any money from this.
Beta: midorigirl
Rating: NC-17 for smut and some harsh language.
Pairing: Hughes x Roy


Ishbal Dreams – Orange Juice


Sunlight tickles his nose and Maes opens his eyes with a small yawn. His gaze falls on a man's face, who's lying next to him still soundly asleep. For a moment, confusion sweeps through the prince, then he remembers: this is Roy Mustang, a general from Central, who was captured and brought here for... questioning. Well, things turned out otherwise. Maes smiles softly, strokes that silky black hair and breathes a kiss on the smooth forehead.

Roy is smiling in his sleep, feeling the cool touch of lips, but doesn't wake.

The smile causes the prince to warm up on the inside - Mustang seems so sweet like this, like a child; so peaceful, so relaxed. He moves closer to the warm body, which is so pale and so warm at the same time - how strange...! He gently traces the bandages on the arm with his fingertip. The presence of this foreign general makes him feel giddy and contented.

Roy awakens to the touches and sleepily stares at the burgundy eyes. He snuggles closer to the prince and smiles at him. "Good morning."

"Good morning to you too, Son of Central." Maes hugs the other man close. "How are you feeling?"

Roy scowls at the momentary pain when the prince's hand puts pressure on his ribs. "Still bruised but much better, thanks to you, your highness. Are you well?" he asks as he remembers his lack of self-control, noticing the ugly purple mark on the prince's shoulder. He shouldn't have done that.

Maes rubs the bite mark. "This one's not important." Then he tries to sit up and winces a little. "My backside is a little sore though. Messy as well. We should take a bath."

"Let me wash you?" Roy asks, knowing very well what kind of pain the other is in, and for him, a nice warm bath has always helped... He rolls off the bed, stands and offers a hand to the prince. It's nice, almost magical, he thinks; they’ve known each other for half a day and already they are lovers and at ease in each other's presence.

"Wait, not here." Maes strolls over to the bench where he left the robe for Roy yesterday and hands the garment to him with an amused smile. "It'll be too long," he warns. Then, he picks up his own green robe and pulls it on. "Let's go to the real bath-house."

Roy slips into the robe, and it's indeed too big for him, but he gathers the material into his hands and tucks it under the belt, creating a loose loop, and now he can move without falling on his nose. Meanwhile, the prince opens the door and calls the servant girls in. He tells them something in Ishbalian and they rush off.

"Bath-house?" Mustang asks when they’re alone again. He can't wait to see it, and he grins as his fantasy runs wild for a moment. He shakes his head to clear it and looks at Prince Maes. "We're in the middle of the desert. How?"

"There are those miraculous places in the deserts called “oases”." Maes grins widely and he walks out to the bright hallways, leading his guest. "We have enough water in the City. And royalty deserves the best, or so my ancestors thought, so they built a bath-house for our pleasure. Anything else you'd like to know?"

"Of course, a thousand things," Roy answers with a smile. "But I hardly think it'd be appropriate for me to behave like a three-year old. And I think your ancestors were right - you deserve the best."

"Hmm..." Maes embraces the foreign general and kisses him. "Just go on," he says after he breaks the contact. "I have questions for you as well."

Roy's good mood flees as he hears the answer, but tries to maintain his calm face. Oh, hell, at least now he can ask the prince. "Well... I'd be extremely grateful if you told me what you want to do with me?"

"Well..." Maes feels stupid for shrugging like a clueless child. "I'll have to question you, lover or not, because I'm still the ruler of this country. And, uh, then you'll be locked up in a nice room, because you're an important hostage. These are the rules of war, although I'm sure you know this as well."

"Yes, of course," Roy nods. "Thanks." He didn't expect the “nice room” part, and there was no mention of death, torture, or anything else bad. "I'll skip the tactical and strategic questions, and stay on neutral topics. Like... do you have a wife?"

Maes laughs wholeheartedly. "If I had one, do you think I'd let you into my chamber? I have concubines, four of them, and two more or less regular male lovers though."

"One for every day of the week, save Sunday which is free?" he grins, before shaking his head. "Your turn."

"Hmm..." Maes ponders for a while, when his stomach growls. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, your highness," Roy agrees, and looks around. He doesn't know where they are, or where [did] they came from, so he just shrugs and grins. "Are you this nice to every prisoner of yours?"

Maes stops to open a door and enters the marble room. Steam and fine scents fill the air and he pulls Roy close for a kiss again. "Of course not."

"That's good to know," Roy manages when they pause for a break. Then he kisses the prince again, trying to back him against the nearest wall.

"No no no, my friend," Maes resists gently. "Just be good and explore the bath. I'll get something to eat." He leaves with a grin to find some light snack to shut their stomachs up.

Roy is pouting at the prince's back, before looking around the bath-house. It's huge! There are pools, with cold, lukewarm, warm and hot water, some benches to lay the clothes on or to sit on, and shelves with scented oils, bath-salts and so on. You can find everything you've ever wanted in a bathroom. He sits on a bench waiting for the prince to come back. While he removes the bandages – he can’t go into the water with those on - he thinks about escaping; but he's only in an over-large robe, with a bruised body, and he doesn't know the way out of the palace, and well... he's doesn’t have much chance of surviving looking like a Central soldier in a city full of Ishbalites.

Maes hunts down some servants (they swarm everywhere in the palace), and orders one to bring some fruit into the bath-house. Then, he walks back, trying not to pay attention to his aching rear. Fortunately, there are some medicines in the bath too, so he hopes it'll get better soon. Ah, yes, and he has to pay back the foreign general. The word "foreign" makes him stop in his steps for a heartbeat though. The other nobles won't forgive him if they have proof of an ongoing relationship between their prince and an enemy. He has to be careful. He has to give some information about the enemy's plans to the Warlords. But how to get those out of Roy? Damn. Maes is angry now, with himself, so when he enters the bath, he rushes to the other man and embraces his shoulders, bowing his head into the crook of his neck.

Roy doesn't understand the swift change, but decides to go with the flow, hugging the other man closer, tilting his head a little to breathe little kisses onto Maes’ face.

"I'm sorry," the prince whispers. "I didn't want to make this so difficult..."

"What do you mean by difficult, your highness?” Roy still doesn't get it, but strokes the prince's back soothingly.

"Roy, I..." Maes stops here startled; he just betrayed himself... "I don't want you to choose. It was cruel of me to make us lovers when you're the general of the enemy. I should pull some information out of you but... I'm not sure I want to.”

"Oh." This definitely isn't good. The prince remembered their statuses, and wants information. What Roy knows is probably outdated, but he hardly thinks... He lets go of the prince and tries to keep his calm, as he digs his own grave. "You remember I told you, we separate our work and love life. You should adopt those methods, your highness."

"It's... not as easy as it sounds..." Maes shakes his head, but he decides to let it go. "However, I'd like to maintain my personal life now." He reaches for Roy's belt and tries to peel the fair man out of the robe.

Roy is thinking about protesting before he looks into those burgundy eyes. They are so unusual.... Shit, if he had done his job, he'd have killed the prince in his sleep, his own life be damned! So he bows his head, and lets himself be disrobed. "Good..."

Maes kneels down and runs his hands up and down the smooth chest, enjoying the feel of skin under his palm. Then, he rises and takes Roy's hands to pull him into the hot water pool.

Roy didn't know he could purr... The hot water is heavenly, and he has the beginning of a hard-on, so he kisses the prince again, before remembering his promise to wash him. So he grabs some soap and a washcloth and starts to clean the Ishbalite.

Maes likes this. Sometimes, he lets one of his concubines do the same but this way is much nicer. His body is coming alive with desire.

Roy notices it also (well, it's hard not to), and grins against the shoulder he is washing. When he finishes it, Roy starts to massage the prince's whole back, smirking to himself.

The prince moans a little because it feels good and the pain is fading in his rear. Their groins touch lightly and the contact is exciting.

They're interrupted by the opening door though, and Maes jumps out of the water, covering himself with a towel. Thank Ishbala that the servant can't see through the thick steam. He takes the glass bowl of fruits - it's so cold, it nearly burns his fingers - and walks back to the foreign general. Maes places the bowl down and steps back into the water. "I'm sorry for the interruption. I'm trying to separate my job and my private life, you know.”

Roy is groaning in frustration when the prince jumps out from under his hands, but is relieved as soon as he glances at the bowl in the Ishbalite's hands.

"I didn't mean to lecture you, just tried to... give a hand?" he says, hearing his own words.

"And I'd like to thank you for it," Maes smiles. He takes a huge jade-green grape from the bowl and holds it to Roy's mouth. "You were hungry, I believe."

Roy opens up and takes the fruit with his teeth, ponders for a moment to bite or not to bite, than bites and chews it, before licking up the juice from the prince's hand. "Yummy."

Maes is delighted by the other man's playfulness and he continues to feed him. After a while, he remembers that he's hungry too and pops some grapes into his own mouth as well. He throws a glance to the bowl. There are a few apples, oranges, a mango and two handfuls of persimmons and strawberries. And a knife to cut them up.

Roy's hunger is almost sated at the moment, so he doesn't mind when the next grape isn't his. Roy watches the prince eating, and the next time he just takes the fruit into his mouth and tries to kiss-feed the other man without glancing at the bowl - he assumes, if they want more, the prince needs only to say it to the servants who linger in the shadows outside of the bath.

Maes indulges in the play wholeheartedly and takes the fruit from Roy's mouth. The grape is soon gone and the prince takes out a strawberry. It's cold in his hand, so he smiles devilishly and touches it to the foreign man's navel then slides it up to his chest.

Roy shivers at the touch of the little red fruit, and his eyes widen in anticipation when the fruit reaches his nipple. He moans – he can't help it, and feels himself throbbing below the waist.

Maes feels slightly cruel as he takes the strawberry away and bites into it. He has some mercy with the next one though, if you can call it mercy, and he traces Roy's neck with the fruit then lets him take a bite.

“Shit,” is all Roy can think, as he shivers and tilts his head to give better access to the careful touch. He half-eats the strawberry without much thought, before his body's demand is too much to ignore and he steps toward the prince, seeking some friction.

Maes slowly develops the guess that this man has some spell on him which makes people want to hurt him. He was beaten by the Ishbalite soldiers, Maes was cruel with him once or twice last night, and now, the prince steps back from his needy move. Instead, he pushes him backwards, to the edge of the pool and grabs his waist to lift Roy a little so that he could sit on the warmed-up marble floor.

"Shit," he cries out as he falls backward - he didn't think the prince would do this. When he is sitting on the floor he's glad about the "royalty deserves the best"-philosophy that has resulted in a warmed stone floor. But he is still hard, and if he can't get it like that, he'll use plan B: Roy caresses himself, stroking his shaft softly as he watches Maes' eyes.

Maes gulps audibly, making a mental note that he should get the foreign general to do this once again in the future. But now, he has some other plans. He grabs an orange, quickly peels it and pushes Roy back into lying position. Then, he holds the fruit over the fair groins and squeezes it. The cold, yellowish juice pours on that magnificent manhood and the prince's mouth begins to water as he leans close to inhale the mixed scent of orange and his lover. He then proceeds to lick the juice off.

"Oh, shit, M..." He is biting his lips as the tongue manages to clean off the orange juice, leaving him panting and in need. He is hard and desperate to come - but he somehow doubts that the prince has finished his little games... Not that he doesn't enjoy them; but somewhere deep inside, he's afraid of the future, when these games will contain manacles and more pain than pleasure. It's something he'd rather not know, so he sits up to maintain some of his control of the events, and watches the prince warily.

Maes is hard as well and he takes the gaze as a plea, so he climbs out of the water and pushes Roy back. "I want to have you," he assures the fair man and without any further hesitation, he pushes a wet finger into him.

"Oh... I see..." he pants and catches the prince's wrist. "There are enough bottles of oil..."

"Don't like it rough, huh?" The prince doesn't understand why he has just said this, but he forgets it as soon as he stands up and checks the bottles on the shelves. He decides on almond and walks back to his lover, sinks to his knees and pours a generous amount into his hand. "How would you like it? Back, front?" He's being blunt with his words but the need is whining inside of him like a wild dog on the leash.

Roy was gaping a little at the prince's back, and ignores the first question, even though his erection jumps a little. But the second one... "Wanna see your pretty eyes," he decides with a smile and runs one finger down [on] the prince's face.

"A wish I'm eager to grant," Maes nods and coats himself with the oil. Then, he pulls Roy's legs up to reach him better and pushes his oily fingers into his body, stretching him with long, slow strokes. This is something he knows how to do. His male lovers aren't very good at pretending; the pleasure is always obvious on their faces, so Maes is sure he can do this right.

Roy is moaning and then biting his fist to stop the sounds, because the prince is good. Too good, and as he relaxes his muscles he's shuddering and shivering from the want. If he's lucky, the prince won't demand any kind of begging to fuck him....

Roy's lucky today because Maes is too distracted to pay attention to the involuntary signs. He just wipes his hand onto Mustang's groin and his own stomach, then sits down on his knees and pulls Roy into his lap and onto his shaft. "Wrap your legs around me."

It feels good! "Ah..." But he has to concentrate because Maes is talking... Roy is reluctant to give up his leverage, but he does it, and grabs the prince's shoulders with his hands. He is almost like a little monkey hugging its mom or a tree, and he snickers at himself. He stares into the burgundy eyes and lets himself sink.

It's nice, when your lover acts like you want him to. Maes purrs low in the back of his throat and grabs Roy's hips to push him up a little. Then pulls him down. Up again. And down. Up...

"Ohholyshit, itfeels soo good." Roy isn't aware he said it out loud. He watches those eyes, before he has to shut his own, because it's too much! He puts his head onto the already abused shoulder and licks and kisses the skin.

Here it comes again, the wave of cruelty. "Never mind me, you wanted to see my eyes, now look into them. Keep your eyes open." It's true, Maes does want to see those midnight eyes to shine with pleasure; eyes are the mirrors of the soul.

How can he formulate full sentences, Roy wonders before pulling back his head and opening his eyes. He is blinking out between half-shut lids and this simple deed needs lots of effort, so he tightens his grip and lets himself be driven into madness.

The pace quickens and Maes feels really wonderful, with his manhood buried into that tight, hot, pulsing body and the other's shaft pressing into his stomach and Ishbala, this man drives him crazy! The prince loses control, he moves wildly and growls like a tiger and keeps his deep red eyes open to capture that midnight gaze, not wanting to miss the breaking point's honesty. "Keep... your eyes... open!"

Roy's eyes fly open at the order and he stumbles over the top with a strange half-cry, half-moan, shooting his seed onto their chests and as the last drop is spent, he’s pretty much content to just be - without moving, thinking or anything.

The prince can feel how greedily the Amestrisian's body accepts his semen and as he looks through those dark mirrors, he sees right into Roy's soul. But he's too spent to comprehend what he sees; he places the memory into the storage room of his brain. He'll take it out later and figure it out. Now, he just holds the pale soldier half-draped over him and refuses to think. He refuses to listen to that small voice at the back of his mind, which tells him that he's damned forever.