"White Shadows" (Fullmetal Alchemist, Maes/Riza, 1/1)

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Title: White Shadows
Author: m.jules
Rating: Oh, so very adult.
Disclaimer: Not mine. And Arakawa would so hurt me for this.
Summary: Everybody needs Maes one way or another.
Pairings: Maes/Riza, OT4
Author's Notes: For the fullservicefma Shadows challenge. Title taken from Coldplay's song of the same name. Thanks to cornerofmadness for the beta, and evil_little_dog for the encouragement. If you want to leave feedback for me, I'll be the one hiding in the corner blushing from the sheer amount of PWP she's been posting lately, and blaming her horny muses. (Maes, I'm lookin' at you.)
Warnings: Mentions of polyamory (a word I think I may have just invented), graphic sexual activity between two consenting adults, slight BDSM themes. I think that covers it. I hope.

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Riza had to wonder what the store clerk thought of them, giggling behind their hands at each other, looking naughty and sneaky and just a tad bit guilty. But then, she supposed, most couples who shopped in specialty stores like this probably looked much like they did. No one would know that the ring on Maes' finger wasn't hers, after all, or that the item they were trying to find was for their mutual boyfriend.

They'd already picked up and discarded several possibilities, and Riza was beginning to feel frustrated -- in more ways than one. Shopping for sex toys with Maes was like walking through a chocolate factory on a diet. Thankfully for her, her diet would last only as long as it took to get him back home.

"This," Maes suggested, holding up a soft suede riding crop.

"We already have one of those," Riza sighed dismissively, grinning when Maes arched an eyebrow at her. "Besides, this present has to be from both of us, and he said you two don't get into that side of things."

"No, we really don't," Maes shrugged, setting the crop aside. "Don't know why, it's just never been something that appeals to me."

"Not with Roy, anyway," Riza said mischievously, running her hand over an exquisitely fashioned quirt. "I happen to know that Gracia has quite the lovely collar."

"Collars are not the same as whips, Lieutenant Hawkeye," Hughes rumbled near her ear, bringing one hand down to smack her on the rear as he smirked. She squeaked at the contact, jumping away from him but smiling nonetheless.

"I suppose you have a point, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes," she responded with a twinkle in her eye, her voice pitched so low only he could hear it. "Now let's hurry up and buy something so we can leave."

"Feeling uncomfortable, Hawkeye?" Maes leered, and Riza paused in her walk down the aisle so that he drew nearer to her.

She leaned up and put her lips next to his ear as she murmured, "Nothing that you and a flat surface couldn't alleviate." She chuckled at his sharp intake of breath and palmed him through the light material of his slacks. She smiled when she felt him, already half hard under her hand. Apparently, the shopping trip wasn't leaving him unaffected, either.

He rocked his hips into her hand before moving away from her carefully, giving her a rueful look from half-lidded eyes. "Let's take a look at the jewelry," he suggested, looping an arm around her waist and steering her towards a glass display case near the front of the store. "You know how vain he is -- let's dress him up and put that pretty peacock strut to good use."

"Sounds appealing," Riza purred, slipping her own arm around him companionably, her hand resting low on his hip as she let herself be led. They kept their arms around each other as they studied the contents of the case. Maes was just about to move on when he noticed Riza's expression out of the corner of his eye and followed her intense gaze to see what had caught her attention. In the far right corner of the case, resting atop lush blue velvet, was a large ring carved from ivory. It had the likeness of a dragon, sparkling sapphires set for the eyes, and Maes sucked in his breath at the skill evident in the workmanship.

"That looks Xingese," he noted, and Riza nodded, her fingers pressing restlessly into his hipbone.

"Much like someone we know," she smiled, and Maes felt his mouth go dry with a frisson of heat at the mere memory of his exotic-looking lover.

"Not made for wearing on the finger, I'd say," he observed, and Riza quirked a smile as she shook her head.

"No, not the finger." She tapped her fingernail against the glass thoughtfully. "I think that's the one, Maes."

"I think you're right," he murmured, leaning into her, his lips brushing against her ear. "Won't it be gorgeous on him? His skin is such a vivid color when he's aroused, and that ring is so perfectly pale..."

Riza gulped and leaned into Maes as a shudder of desire ran through her. "Buy it," she rasped, her voice thick and throaty. "I'll wait for you outside."

Before he had a chance to protest, she slipped from his arms and walked out of the store, grateful for the cool brush of air over her flushed face when she stepped onto the street. She looked up and down the quiet alley, though they were in a small town where no one knew them and the store was tucked well away from the main thoroughfare. Old habits died hard, and caution was never a bad investment.

She began walking toward the main street, very slowly, and it wasn't long before Hughes caught up with her, his longer stride easily overtaking her. He had a small brown bag in his hand and she smiled at him as he slipped his fingers between hers and tugged her along, picking up the pace. "Impatient, Hughes?" she teased, looking up at him through her eyelashes, and he merely smirked down at her.

"Impatient isn't the word, Lieutenant," he volleyed in his most honeyed, diplomatic tone. She nearly laughed.

"No, I imagine it isn't."

It wasn't far to the cabin they were renting for the week, but it felt like it took them forever. They were going to a lot of trouble to get the four of them together, but they all figured it was worth it. Mustang had sent Hawkeye on a mission to a town a day's train ride away from here, and Hughes had sent himself on a mission to a village a day's train ride on the other side. Earlier that day, he'd phoned Gracia to tell her everything was settled, and she in turn had called Mustang, telling him that she had unexpected family business to attend to in this little town, and that she didn't feel safe traveling without an escort. Since Maes was out of town, Roy gallantly volunteered to escort her personally.

She expected to need him again at the end of the week to escort her home? Well, he had liberty time coming up anyway, and surely she would feel safer if she had an escort the entire time she was out of Central. No, of course he didn't mind taking his vacation time to travel with her; after all, what else did he have to do with it?

In truth, it was Roy's birthday, and Riza and Maes wanted to buy him a present together. Gracia had declared her part of the present to be the pie she intended to bake for him once they got to their destination, and Roy hadn't even considered protesting. He'd been driving his men at the office crazy as he'd waited for her phone call, and when he'd finally gotten it and swept out to pick Mrs. Hughes up at her house, his whole staff breathed a collective sigh of relief.

But they still had several hours before they expected the other two of their foursome to join them, and looking for their gift for Roy had ratcheted their arousal up to the point that neither of them was keen on the idea of waiting for their other halves to arrive. In fact, when Maes slammed her against the wall in the hallway and began kissing her roughly, she dimly registered surprise that they'd made it inside their cottage.

She panted against his mouth as she arched into him, and he slid one hand under her skirt as the other went to wrestle with the buttons on her blouse, the bag carelessly discarded on the floor. She moved to help him unbutton the shirt, gasping as his fingers brushed against the slick skin between her legs.

"No panties?" he purred at her ear, toying with her. "You're a bad, bad girl, Riza Hawkeye. Someone might think you'd planned this."

"Mmm," she answered, rocking down against his hand. "Maybe we should've gotten one of those whips after all." Her voice was sly as she said it, and she took a moment to nibble at his earlobe before continuing, "Because if you think I'm being bad now..."

He grinned and kicked her feet apart, forcing her into a wide stance that opened her to him. His eyes glinted wickedly as he slithered down her body, trailing wet kisses all the way, indiscriminate of whether his mouth landed on flesh or cloth. He rucked her skirt up around her hips as he knelt on the floor, and the naughty sparkle in his eye was the only warning she had before he plunged two fingers into her. She cried out at the sudden invasion, gasping sharply as his mouth covered her clit and he suckled firmly.

He worked her expertly, sliding his fingers in and out, curling them firmly in a come-hither motion and rubbing that spot that made her writhe helplessly as his tongue teased her clit. She shuddered and keened, her hands going into his hair as she threw her head back against the wall. He smirked as he withdrew his hand, licking his lips and then his fingers, cleaning them. She leaned against the wall, trembling and flushed, as he pushed himself to his feet and dug his wallet out of his back pocket.

"How is it," she gasped, "That you are still fully dressed?" The look in her eyes said this was unacceptable, and Maes' eyes raked down her body with amusement and lust.

"You very nearly are, babe," he noted, and she looked down at herself in surprise. Though her blouse gaped open and her skirt was up around her hips, not a single article of clothing had been removed from her body.

"So I am," she agreed, then arched an eyebrow as he fished a condom out of his wallet and tossed the leather to the floor. "And you were accusing me of planning something," she grinned, nodding at the condom in his hand. "You look like you came prepared, too."

The look Maes turned on her was full of heat and his grin would have shamed the devil himself as he slipped out of his slacks. "I always have one of these," he told her as he ran a hand over his erection, stroking himself lightly before he opened the condom. As she helped roll it down his length, he covered her hand with his and leaned in to nip her neck. "Just for you."

She gasped, and he couldn't be sure if it was because of the gentle bite to her throat or his words, but he laved the spot with his tongue before he continued, pressing nearer to her. "Gracia and I don't use them. You're the only reason I have them."

He hitched one of her legs up, hooking it over his hip as he pushed forward, his other hand guiding himself into her. As he began to move, sharp little thrusts that rocked her into the wall, he dug his fingers into her thigh and pulled back a little, watching her face.

"How does that feel, Riza?" he asked, his tone low and seductive. "Knowing you're the only reason a married man carries a condom in his wallet at all times?" He reached up with his free hand to scoop one of her breasts out of her bra, pushing the cup down to give him access to her nipple. "How do you like knowing that I'm always prepared to take you? Even when I'm on assignment, even when we haven't seen each other in weeks, I always have one. How does that feel?"

"God, Maes," was all she could manage, and those words nearly got stuck in her throat as she tightened her leg around him, pulling him closer, the heel of her shoe scraping over the back of his thigh. Her face was rosy and flushed with desire, her breath coming in shallow pants as she rocked against him, fingers clutching his biceps so tightly that he could feel crescent-shaped indentions forming in his skin from her fingernails.

"Talk to me," he insisted, panting at her ear. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?" The three little words were a struggle to get out, but she managed.

"What are you thinking?" His fingers dug into the muscular flesh of her thigh, and she hoped it would leave a mark, something to hold onto, a piece of this moment to keep for a few days.

"Not much beyond how fucking good this is," she admitted. "And how much I've missed you." They hadn't been together outside a professional capacity for over a month, with wider-than-normal gaps between even their official meetings, and she really had missed him. There was something special about Maes, something that relieved the pressure of day to day. Everyone knew Roy couldn't make it two days without the sound of Hughes' voice, but not everyone knew that Riza longed for his phone calls as much as Roy did. It got dark, sometimes, with only herself and Mustang to color each other's worldview. Maes was the bright spot that made their impossible goal seem attainable and just within reach, and his wife was the soft comfort of home to ground them.

"I've missed you, too," he confessed, his rhythm slowing for a moment as he took the time to kiss her lips, drawing it out tenderly. Then he tucked his face into her neck and picked up the pace again, his hips surging against hers as she took him in willingly, her hands splaying over his back, greedy in her affection.

She could feel him tiring, the strain of holding her up against the wall wearing him out, and ducked her head to nibble at his ear before whispering, "Want to move this somewhere you can put me down?"

"Not really," he admitted, tonguing her collarbone. "But I probably need to." She started to unwrap herself from him, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her hip, instead hitching her higher and indicating that she should wrap her other leg around him.

"Careful, old man," she giggled as he carried her the short distance into the kitchen. The bedroom was up a flight of stairs, and that was just asking for trouble. Better to find their horizontal surface elsewhere. "Wouldn't want you straining something you'll need later. Roy and Gracia would never forgive me."

"Careful about who you call an old man," he grunted as he set her down on the edge of the kitchen table. They rested for a moment, arms around each other, heads on each other's shoulders. He began rocking against her slowly, and she felt a hunger deep in her belly, a need for him - a need to please him. She leaned back, giving him a sly, sultry look as she lowered herself to the table, her arms above her head, her long blonde hair splaying out over the polished wood.

"What do you say now, old man?" she purred, and his hands gripped her hips, fingers clenching compulsively as he took her in, devouring her with his eyes.

"I say hold on, honey," he grinned. "And we'll see if you're still calling me 'old man' when this is over." The thrust of his hips was sharp and her back arched up off the table, ecstasy sliding over her face.

"Again," she breathed, and the sound of his warm chuckle enveloped her as he complied, and then the only sounds were the sharp mewls and harsh, panting gasps of lovers as he drove into her. She writhed on the slick surface of the table, arching compulsively with each new wave of pleasure, and he reached between their crashing hips in search of her clit. His thumb pressed against her and she shattered instantly, crying out loudly as her legs tightened around his hips. He groaned as he spilled into the condom, then slumped forward, bracing his arms on the table on either side of her.

While he was panting, returning to himself, she sat up and wrapped her arms around him, raining soft kisses on his jaw and neck. "Missed you so much," she sighed against his skin, and he nuzzled into her shoulder, licking lazily at the sweat there.

"So beautiful," he breathed, planting one last kiss on her collarbone before he pulled out of her carefully, discarding the used condom. He looked under the kitchen sink and came out with a small cloth, wet it, and came back over to clean her up. He washed her gently, then helped her stand on shaky legs. She took the cloth from him and cleaned him lovingly before folding the cloth and wiping the table down with it. He grinned at her and leaned over to kiss her softly as he tossed the used rag into the sink to be taken care of later.

"I think you wore me out, old man," she smiled as she leaned against him. "Let's go to bed." He leered at her and she just shook her head, amused.

"Bed sounds like a great idea," he rumbled, kissing the top of her head. "Let's go."

They stopped in the hallway to pick up Maes' trousers and Roy's present, then continued up the stairs to the bedroom where they finished undressing each other and crawled into the king-sized bed together. As soon as Maes was settled between the covers, Riza snuggled into him, her arms sliding around his waist. She tucked her head into his chest, and his arms came up around her, stroking her hair. The needy gesture had surprised him the first time she'd done it, but he expected it now, understood it. "Roy's not the only one who needs you," she'd whispered once, and he'd realized how naive he'd been to not realize that, self-contained as she was, Riza still had needs. She hid them better than her boyfriend, but they were there, just the same. She needed Roy, and she needed Gracia, and in some way Hughes was still coming to understand, she needed him.

"You're staying, right?" she murmured against his skin, and he could tell that she was already half-asleep.

"Of course I'm staying," he whispered into her hair. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have to sleep alone as much as she and Roy did, and he knew that while they accepted it as a sad necessity, neither of his lovers liked the fact that they often had to leave each other's bed before morning drove the shadows into hiding.

"Don't leave me," she continued, fighting sleep a moment longer, her arms tightening around his middle.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," he assured her, wrapping her up in his limbs, trapping her long, shapely legs between his and folding his arms around her. "Just go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

The phrase was barely more than a puff of air against his skin, but he heard the "thank you" that sighed out of her just before she dropped off to sleep. With his head pillowed on her silky hair, he did the same.

Comments

[shanny-chan.livejournal.com]

Well that was steamy! You know, I can't remember if I've read a fic with just Maes and Riza together in such a way, seems like Roy is always there. But that worked really well, love their personalities together and how they come out in even THAT situation hehe. Loved it! I think I'm turning into a big Maes/Riza/Roy/Gracia fan reading all this!