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A Price to Pay	By : Twylight Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title :: Interlude

Series :: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairings :: Hughes/Roy, Roy/Ed

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: Twylight (xxx_raisondetre_xxx@yahoo.com)

Warnings :: Yaoi (Lemon), Anal, Oral, and Language

Summary :: Roy is about to go in to a meeting to talk to Fuhrer Bradley about certain information Ed had told him, however, before he does, he remembers a certain someone....

Notes :: This chapter takes in Episode 45

Disclaimer :: I do not own FMA or any of the characters. I'm only using them to have a little pervy fun like the rest of the fan universe so don't sue. Hehe.

Author Note :: Okay, yeah, you're all probably going, "WTF!? How is there a Hughes/Roy Lemon in here when he's dead...?!" Yeah, I know he is. But that doesn't mean that Roy doesn't have nice memories that he can think about, ne? *cackles* Actually, this was a request from a friend of mine who loves the Hughes/Roy pairing, and she asked me if I'd add a small lemon in one chapter involving them, which I don't mind since I love Hughes myself. Such a shame he died. *sighs* Well, anyways, tell me how you liked this one ^^

          Colonel Roy Mustang sat idely outside the large conference room, waiting with clasped hands to be called inside. Not that he was that nervous, but Roy was kinda worried. No, it was not the first time he'd been 'bold' and all, in fact, one of the main the reasons he had his title as 'Colonel' was cause he was 'bold'; A characteristic that he'd picked up from a certain friend of his. A certain friend of his that he was really missing at that particular moment.
          Hughes had almost always been there when Roy really needed him. There was no denying that. Since they'd first met back in the beginning of the Military Academy, Roy and Maes had been best friends. Roy was the sexy, suave, leader that everyone looked up to, the one who could easily get himself out of trouble by merely smiling at his female teachers. Roy always seemed more mature than his cohort which was true in some senses. Hughes usually played the more comfortable part of Roy's sidekick and second-hand-man behind the scenes, backing Roy up and prtecting him. They had caused their own share of trouble when they were younger, including flooding the dorm bathrooms and blaming it on their other classmen. Roy almost laughed thinking about those days when he and Hughes were young and rather stupid, but he quickly forgot about that after remembering that his favourite jokester would not show up a minute before his 'conferance' to 'cheer him up' before he went in.

          Roy sighed a bit at that; He missed Hughes terribly. Hell, he even his long, obnoxious phone calls to tell him random stuff that had happened to his daughter. Roy still found himself waiting for Hughes every now-and-then at work, only to remember that he wasn't coming to work and that he was in fact...dead. Roy hadn't given himself much time to grieve, he hadn't even let himself focus on thoughts of revenge against his murderer. Roy had focused on Hughes's wish; Getting Roy to the top no matter what. And come hell or high-water, Roy would get to the top. He would become Fuhrer. Even more so now for Hughes sake than his own.

          Roy glanced at his pocket watch after a few moments, trying to remain his calm, cool collected self despite wanting to almost scream at his predicament. It was at these types of times that he missed Hughes in particular. Usually, before he met with the Fuhrer or... any higher officer for that matter, Hughes was his support team. He'd made Roy feel less nervous in more way than one, including one rather unorthodox method that Roy enjoyed several times after it was tested on him...

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          A young Roy Mustang, about 21 or so, was sitting nervously outside the office of the Fuhrer's conferance hall. Roy was wondering why he was being called to the Fuhrer's office so soon. It had been only a week since the Ishbalan-Civil War had come to it's climax, and Roy was, to say the least, disgusted with what had taken place. As a soldier, he knew he had to become accustomed to war and battles... however, he hadn't thought that war would have been something as violent as that. Using the type of power they used against the citizens was unfair, as Roy knew, but he had followed orders and wiped out many people with his flame alchemy.

          "Ro~y..." He felt a hand on his shoulder; Hughes as usual. The older man sat down next to him with a cheerful grin, "I bet you get promoted."

          Roy shrugged, letting himself fall back in the bench, "...I guess I could be." Roy took a glance over at Hughes, the other man looking at him above his small glasses with a smirk.

          "Oh, stop being modest, Mustang. It's not like you." he laughed in his usual playful fashion, "You and I both know that you were promoted. So stop your worrying."

          Roy sighed and nodded, still looking at hte other man in an attempt to get his mind off of whatever he thought was going to happen. It wasn't that he was nervous or worrying, it was really that he didn't like not knowing what was going to happen, "Maes...?"

          "What?" he smirked in a cheeky fashion, "Need some help getting your mind off of everything?" the older man winked in a suggestive manner.

          Roy paused for a second, knowing exactly what Hughes meant by the look in his eyes, "Thats not going to my mind off of it." He scoffed, "If anything it'll make things worse. You remember what happened last time, right?" Roy gave his friend a look.

          Hughes laughed, "That, my dear friend, was your fault." he grinned, running a hand along his attractive younger friend's shoulder and arm, "Although, I did love how you told them it was 'lotion' on your jacket, and not what it really was."

          Roy gave a sharp glance over at his older friend, his dark azure eyes looking rather perturbed, "Well, I would have been able to check if you hadn't taken so damn long." Roy sighed, "Now, go. I don't need distractions." he waved at Hughes whom ignored the gesture and simply grabbed his hand, and helped him up from the seat, "M-Maes---!"

          Hughes chuckled, "Oh come on, it'll only take 10 minutes, right? It'll calm you down." Hughes lead Roy down a small corridor, past a few unsuspecting officers, and into the nearest open room; a small conference room that hadn't been used in ages except for by Hughes and Roy, of course.

          Roy let out a small sigh; It did 'calm' him down. Or rather it got his mind off of his worries. Hughes closed the door and clicked the lock, expecting to have to iniciate everything, however he was surprised when Roy's lips caught his first. The slightly shorter man's hand grabbing at his collar and pulling him down for better leverage. Hughes laughed, reaching between their faces to take his glasses off, kissing Mustang back in his usual hot, quite talented fashion. Roy broke the kiss off after a few moments, "...If I'm late, I'm blaming you, Maes."

          "You always say that but you're never late, now are you?" Hughes chuckled, placing one finger on Roy's jacket and pushing him back until he was against the sturdy wood table they frequented.

          "I think you enjoy this more than me." Roy bit his lip a bit anticipatively as Hughes deftly undid the buttons to his uniform jacket. He let out a small hiss when Hughes bit his neck, feeling a sigh of relief emit from deep in his body.

          Hughes laughed at that comment, setting Roy's jacket aside, "Oh no, Roy, I think it's you who enjoys this. I only iniciate it." He remarked as he began undoing Roy's undershirt, "If you didn't want it all you'd have to do is say 'no'."

          Roy thought about that reasoning for a moment, "...But you still want it." He sighed as his shirt joined his jacket and two lips began an assult on his newly exposed collarbone, "Mmmm..." he bit his lip at the sensation; Maes was a master with his mouth. Or, at least, he could play Roy like a violin. He new just the right places to kiss, and nip Roy to make him feel all sorts of pleasure. Then again, 3 years of being eachothers sexual outlets when there was a lack of women could easily provide Hughes with such expertise.

          And Roy was the same way with Hughes; He knew his sweet spots too. But not nearly as well as Maes knew him. Roy barely felt Hughes undo his pants and drop to his knees before he felt a velvety warmth encircle his erection. A tongue circled the top, and around the very tip, reducing Roy to sounds of moaning and mewling. He bit his lip to keep quiet as Hughes let himse go for a moment to wet his middle finger. His mouth took him again, however, and soon that finger was poking at his entrance which it swiftly pushed passed. Roy squeezed down on the finger, thrusting his hips up and his erection further into Hughes mouth, touching the back of his throat; Hughes really knew how to give a good blow job when Roy needed it. He added another finger before starting a timed, fast pace with his mouth and hands, trying to bring Roy to climax as quickly as he could.

          Roy's knuckles were now turning white as he grasped onto the table, Hughes only quickening his maddening pace upon Roy's cock and, now, his prostate as well. Roy began panting loudly, his moans filling the empty room and echoing off the walls. Within moments he felt himself at the edge, and as if he knew, Hughes took him in all the way. Roy nearly blackout at that, feeling his whole cock slide deep inside Maes' throat where he soon was shooting strings of white liquid. Hughes kept the pace on his prostate, letting the wave of climax roll over Roy before he pulled his fingers out, watching Roy collapse onto the floor out of breath.

          Hughes smirked at his handywork, wiping the remaining semen from his mouth as he watched Roy in his current state. The Flame Alchemist was sitting there, legs spread, breathing hard in his post-orgasmic euphoria. Hughes leaned over and kissed his trembling lips that were practically begging for breath, devouring Roy easily as he pushed the tired man onto his back.

          Roy barely registed his legs being lifted to rest on Hughes's shoulders, or the quiet sound of the zipper on Maes's pants. He did, however, feel the pressure of his erection against his ight entrance, which was soon penetrated by his best friend. Roy grabbed tightly to Hughes as he did, and thrust upward, impaling himself with a small, happy moan. Hughes bucked at that, feeling his cock surrounded by Roy's hot passage. He loved fucking his best friend a little too much; And he had a feeling that it had to do with just how dirty and impulsive their fucking was.

          Hughes soon started a brusing, savage pace on Roy, hammering the younger solidiers hips onto the cold, wood floor as hard as his body would let him. Roy responded with the same intensity, thrusting his hips up madly with the pace Hughes has set. Their skin was slapping against eachother now, the subtle sound of Roy's hips smacking the floor accompanied the noise, along with moans and grunts from the two men. Hughes hips were beating shallowing into Roy's, the younger shiverinf from the sensation of being taken like he was; rough, not enough to hurt too badly.

          Hughes was already having a hard time hanging on, the sensation of climax beginning to build, which he quickly ebbed by slowing his thrusting. Roy let lose a guttral moan at that, thrusting even faster up, wanting his climax more than Hughes, obviously. The withdrawl of speed was too much for Hughes, however, and he soon had began again. Roy gladly accepted the return of the pace, grabbing at Hughes's ass as he began again.

          Soon the room was filled with shouts, mostly Roys, whom had suddenly become more vocal. His body was suddenly racked with orgasm, his body spazming and shaking as he shot his seed onto himself and Hughes. He felt Maes's hips pound into his ass several more times before he joined him; The feeling of warm liquid coating his insides, and the quavering of Hughes hips against his affirmed it. Hughes cock went imp inside him after awhile, and he pulled out with a moan, giving Roy a look as he realized that Roy had gotten semen all over his uniform jacket which he'd forgotten to taken off.

          Roy laughed breathlessly at that, pointing to the mess with a smirk, "You got some 'lotion' on you, Maes."

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          Roy laughed to himself at the memory. He and Hughes were rather crazy when it came to sexual things. And he blamed his pervertedness on Hughes in someways. Not necessarily his attraction to Edward, but his love of, to put it bluntly, fucking like animals was alllll his fault. And he didn't care.

          The Colonel glanced at the clock on the wall. 5 minutes till his meeting. It wasn't the waiting that got on his nerves at this point. It was partially the subject of his meeting... But, at times like these, he was reminded of how much he really missed Hughes. Really missed him. It was times like these that he wished he knew who killed Maes so he could make their life a living hell. Death wasn't good enough for them. However... he had put such vengeful thoughts aside. Maes wouldn't have wanted revenge if it meant Roy losing his dream of becoming Fuhrer.

          "Colonel Mustang?" Roy heard a voice call him, "We will see you now."

          Roy nodded, and took to his feet. He glanced down the hall for a moment where he was something that made him feel relieved, and happy; Hughes, giving him the thumbs up and an encouraging smile. Like always.

          As the vision faded away, and Roy turned to the door to face his commanders, he looked up toward the roof, looking toward the heavens, "Wish me luck...Maes." He smiled to himself before quietly entering the dark room...

~TBC~
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