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Like Old Times
A slap echoed throughout the room, a deep pain-filled groan following not long after. The torture had barely started, and already Maes was in pain. “You’re pathetic, Hughes...” the dark voice filled the space between them, a leather-gloved hand slapping Maes once more. “Going so low as to backstab your own country.”
“I had no choice...” Maes murmured, glaring up through broken lenses at the masked man. The man had bound him to a chair, the rope rubbing painfully against raw skin. Maes couldn’t say he had been surprised to be caught in this situation. He had made many enemies back when he was at the prime of his military career, serving as the right hand of the Fuhrer back when the Fuhrer was still alive. Of course, times had changed since then. Oh had they changed...
Another slap resounded, causing Maes to wince as the man stepped forward, grasping hold of the bearded man’s chin. “No choice? You’re a traitor!”
“The war should have ended before it started!” Maes growled out, a view he started to believe after he had met Roy Mustang, the man he had fallen in love with. It was ironic, really, a Nazi soldier falling in love with a man, an English doctor no less. But then, a lot of what he did after meeting Roy was ironic, or crazy – he could never figure out which. But it didn’t matter now, he was being paid back for his crimes. A punch landed on the side of his face, pulling another low groan from him. “Fuck...”
“Is that what you want me to do, Hughes? Fuck you? Let you feel what a real man is like?” The man sneered. Though wearing a mask, Maes knew the man was smirking. That’s how men like him were. Maes was brought back to the real world when a flash of pain erupted from his shoulder. So the man wanted bloodplay... Maes could feel the cold steel of the knife twist, causing more pain and blood to drip down his back and front. The knife wasn’t actually in his shoulder, per say, as it was cutting the skin on top, leaving a nice gash and most likely a scar. Maes only gulped down a scream, face contorting in pain. The man just laughed. “I like seeing your face like that. It’s hot...”
“Fuck you...” Maes hissed, feeling the knife run down the front of his uniform, cutting it open, leaving a nice crimson like down his chest. Maes hissed, feeling the man’s hands run over his chest, fingers brushing pert nipples, pulling another groan from Maes.
“You’re getting off on this, Hughes.” The man grinned, running blood across Maes’ chest, purring at the contrast between the pale skin and the crimson fluid. “You look good in blood, Hughes. Is that why you cover yourself in it? Because you know you look good?” Maes had no chance to reply when the knife ripped through his trousers, leaving him bound and exposed in front of the man. It was unnerving, knowing that he was going to be ripped in half... And yet somewhere deep inside of him, Maes was just begging for the man to take him.
And just as that thought crossed his mind, the man had moved, lifting Maes up against the back of the chair and moving so that the man’s blunt erection was against Maes’ entrance. “Take it like a man, Hughes...” the masked man grinned in secret as he thrusted upwards, burying his erection into the warmth of Maes’ body. With no lube and no preparation, Maes was in a world of hurt, screaming out in pain as the man took him thrust by thrust. But through everything, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the pain, he enjoyed the act, he enjoyed the moment. Just the thought of being forced to have sex with someone had Maes’ blood running, and it didn’t take long for the man to be on the verge of climax when he finally found his voice, screaming in pain and pleasure as he came.
Once the masked man had climaxed, and both men had entered the afterglow of sex, the man slowly pulled back and lifted the mask, panting heavily. “Is that what you wanted? The image that someone was going to hurt you?”
“It wasn’t an image, Roy...” Maes purred, sitting limp in the chair. “You did hurt me... And I enjoyed every second of it....”
“You just wanted to play soldier again....” Roy smirked a bit before moving around the chair, easily untying Maes and handing the man his unbroken glasses. “You wanted to wear that uniform again and get punished for it, didn’t you?”
“You always know how to read my mind...” Maes grinned slightly, replacing his glasses before standing, stretching a bit. That’s right... This was reality... The war had been over thirty years ago... He wasn’t young anymore, even though he wished he was, and there were very few chances when he and the love of his life got to relive their younger days. Afer a moment to catch his breath and let Roy grab the first aid, Maes reached out and pulled Roy onto his lap, nuzzling the man’s chest as his shoulder was patched up. “Thank you, Roy...”
“Only for you Maes... I love you...”
“Mn... I love you too...”
“I had no choice...” Maes murmured, glaring up through broken lenses at the masked man. The man had bound him to a chair, the rope rubbing painfully against raw skin. Maes couldn’t say he had been surprised to be caught in this situation. He had made many enemies back when he was at the prime of his military career, serving as the right hand of the Fuhrer back when the Fuhrer was still alive. Of course, times had changed since then. Oh had they changed...
Another slap resounded, causing Maes to wince as the man stepped forward, grasping hold of the bearded man’s chin. “No choice? You’re a traitor!”
“The war should have ended before it started!” Maes growled out, a view he started to believe after he had met Roy Mustang, the man he had fallen in love with. It was ironic, really, a Nazi soldier falling in love with a man, an English doctor no less. But then, a lot of what he did after meeting Roy was ironic, or crazy – he could never figure out which. But it didn’t matter now, he was being paid back for his crimes. A punch landed on the side of his face, pulling another low groan from him. “Fuck...”
“Is that what you want me to do, Hughes? Fuck you? Let you feel what a real man is like?” The man sneered. Though wearing a mask, Maes knew the man was smirking. That’s how men like him were. Maes was brought back to the real world when a flash of pain erupted from his shoulder. So the man wanted bloodplay... Maes could feel the cold steel of the knife twist, causing more pain and blood to drip down his back and front. The knife wasn’t actually in his shoulder, per say, as it was cutting the skin on top, leaving a nice gash and most likely a scar. Maes only gulped down a scream, face contorting in pain. The man just laughed. “I like seeing your face like that. It’s hot...”
“Fuck you...” Maes hissed, feeling the knife run down the front of his uniform, cutting it open, leaving a nice crimson like down his chest. Maes hissed, feeling the man’s hands run over his chest, fingers brushing pert nipples, pulling another groan from Maes.
“You’re getting off on this, Hughes.” The man grinned, running blood across Maes’ chest, purring at the contrast between the pale skin and the crimson fluid. “You look good in blood, Hughes. Is that why you cover yourself in it? Because you know you look good?” Maes had no chance to reply when the knife ripped through his trousers, leaving him bound and exposed in front of the man. It was unnerving, knowing that he was going to be ripped in half... And yet somewhere deep inside of him, Maes was just begging for the man to take him.
And just as that thought crossed his mind, the man had moved, lifting Maes up against the back of the chair and moving so that the man’s blunt erection was against Maes’ entrance. “Take it like a man, Hughes...” the masked man grinned in secret as he thrusted upwards, burying his erection into the warmth of Maes’ body. With no lube and no preparation, Maes was in a world of hurt, screaming out in pain as the man took him thrust by thrust. But through everything, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the pain, he enjoyed the act, he enjoyed the moment. Just the thought of being forced to have sex with someone had Maes’ blood running, and it didn’t take long for the man to be on the verge of climax when he finally found his voice, screaming in pain and pleasure as he came.
Once the masked man had climaxed, and both men had entered the afterglow of sex, the man slowly pulled back and lifted the mask, panting heavily. “Is that what you wanted? The image that someone was going to hurt you?”
“It wasn’t an image, Roy...” Maes purred, sitting limp in the chair. “You did hurt me... And I enjoyed every second of it....”
“You just wanted to play soldier again....” Roy smirked a bit before moving around the chair, easily untying Maes and handing the man his unbroken glasses. “You wanted to wear that uniform again and get punished for it, didn’t you?”
“You always know how to read my mind...” Maes grinned slightly, replacing his glasses before standing, stretching a bit. That’s right... This was reality... The war had been over thirty years ago... He wasn’t young anymore, even though he wished he was, and there were very few chances when he and the love of his life got to relive their younger days. Afer a moment to catch his breath and let Roy grab the first aid, Maes reached out and pulled Roy onto his lap, nuzzling the man’s chest as his shoulder was patched up. “Thank you, Roy...”
“Only for you Maes... I love you...”
“Mn... I love you too...”