Dog of the military

Disclaimer: We all know I don\'t own FMA, nor do I own the characters, the settings, or any of that.
This fic is set just after FMA ends, specifically after the epilogue scene with Riza and Roy where she peels the apple for him. The beginning is a little slow and mushy but when you get to the \"meat\" of the story, all of you hardcore fanatics are going to love it.

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She sat at his side, dutiful as always.

“So helpless.” She muttered, peeling an apple. “Roy…” She felt so strange calling him by name. It had been seven years since they met, and she had said his name about that many times.

“Yes lieutenant…I mean, yes Riza?” She blushed with embarrassment. Roy looked up at her with his uncovered, coal colored eye.

“What are you going to do now?” Riza leaned down to Roy’s side and rested her hand on his arm. “You can’t come back to the military.” She looked into the eyes of her former commanding officer, visually concerned for his future. Roy’s left eye was damaged and there was an ongoing investigation as to his involvement in the death of King Bradley. An arrogant grin came across the Alchemist’s face, his unblemished sense of self-perfection was apparent, as was his calm nature.

“Well, assuming that I remain a free man after this investigation, I suppose I’ll be a freelance alchemist or something. God forbid I get a real job.” Riza smiled, completely baffled by his ability to poke fun at such a hopeless situation.

“You’re remarkable Roy.” She giggled a bit before her eyes flashed open, realizing how relaxed she was. She placed the apple on the nightstand by Roy’s bed and slid the chair further toward his head.

“And what about you? Do you intend to stay in the military?” Roy’s casual demeanor changed to that of seriousness, his pupil focused and his features sharpened. Riza noted the change in her mind, trying to make sense of why he’d be so anxious about such a question.

“I was there to protect you Roy. I found a person worthy of following, so I followed. But if you’re just going to stay around here and do odd jobs for people, I suppose I’ll stay in the military.”

“And if I left Central?” His voice was deeper, more serious than usual.

“I suppose I’d be tempted to follow you; but that’s a ridiculous notion.” Riza couldn\'t believe what she was saying; she was spilling out her emotions as though she expected Roy to be gone by the time she awoke. She lowered her gaze, blushing slightly and desperately wanting to avoid him seeing her that way.

“Why is that ridiculous Riza?” Her head snapped back up, her face full of unabashed shock and joy. Her cold exterior had been pried off for a moment, and now Roy had an eye-full of it. “Why have you followed me this far Riza? Why did you all follow me?”

“Because Roy, you’re incredible. You’re an incredible person. We all wanted you to make it to the top, to fix the entire world like we knew you could.” Riza felt so much more comfortable with Roy all of the sudden, as if being out of uniform suddenly made him approachable. She thought for a second that a second might come where she could unburden herself completely, but quickly dispelled the thought, remembering all the times that she had tried and failed to come up with the courage.

“You’re all just as incredible as I, Riza. Especially you.” Riza’s cheeks flushed as she felt her heart claw its way toward the surface. She nearly choked on her breath.

“Excuse me?” She managed to sputter a couple of words as Roy sat up, allowing the cover to fall from its place at his collarbone. The vast expanse of Roy’s well-toned chest was exposed to the sunlight. His various wounds from the encounter that led to his eye being damaged were already well on their way to becoming faded scars. Riza turned her eyes for modesty’s sake, but Roy reached out, nearly leaning off the bed. He tucked the index finger of his left hand beneath Riza’s chin and faced her up so that they could make eye contact. Much to Roy’s delight, and not quite to his surprise, Riza’s eyes were full of adoration. His ubiquitous half-cocked smile brought Riza to the edge of tears.

“I can’t take it anymore Roy. I have to tell you.”

“I know Riza.” Roy placed his thumb on Riza’s chin and drew her face closer to his own and planting a kiss that was long awaited on both sides. The moisture of Riza’s drove Roy wild. He imagined that she had been outside of his room, licking her lips with visions of him running through her head. Riza, completely shocked, gave way to feral instinct, standing from her chair and leaning a knee on the bed. They broke their kiss for a moment, locking eyes, conveying every thought they had had about one another for the seven years they had known each other. Riza’s breath became increasingly deep as she tried to keep herself from fainting, but the animalistic look that was slowly creeping over Roy’s face was making it hard for her to keep a clear head.

Without warning, Roy wrapped his left arm around Riza’s waist and rolled her into the bed. Quickly shedding the sheet, he was reduced to naught but a pair of silk boxers. There he stayed for a few moments, perched over her, pressed on a pair of perfectly sculpted arms. His one good eye raked her up and down, mentally undoing every button of her blouse. Riza was paralyzed under his gaze, completely bewildered by the turn of events. To her, moving was out of the question, but she was completely capable of feeling as Roy went to work. With an outstretched finger he ran a nail up the inside of her thigh, making her shudder. Grinning with a near sadistic look of pleasure Roy pounced on his prey, burying his face in the apex of Riza’s shoulder and neck. His tongue darted out, running over an invisible line that curved from Riza’s neck to the sensitive area behind her ear. In leaning forward he brought his left hand up her thigh to the small area of skin between her leg and folds. Slowly he traced the joining stretch of flesh, making her eyelashes flutter.

Roy lifted his head from Riza’s ear and dragged his tongue across her jaw, finding a sweet spot just below the joint. Her neck curled toward it in response; but she felt guilty in her sole enjoyment of the action. It was then that she felt a hardened length of flesh press against her leg. Riza inhaled sharply as she tottered on the brink of sensory overload. Beneath her lover she began to snake her arm down his side, brushing at him repeatedly with her nails. Gooseflesh rose on Roy’s side as a chill ran up his spine. Finally Riza reached her destination. Her small hand found its way past the elastic waistband of Roy’s shorts and down to his crotch. Her thin fingers wrapped around his swelling mass of skin, stroking it repeatedly. She felt Roy buckle over her, indicating how much he was enjoying himself. In response, Roy scratched something into the bed-sheet beside him and pressed his hand to it. A second later a trail of cloth ran up Riza’s side and undid each of the buttons of her blouse, revealing a white satin bra and her generous bust. She smiled, surprised, and a new look came over her face. A long buried desire uncovered itself within her eyes. Twisting her free arm behind her back, she undid her bra. Roy licked his lips as he stared at Riza’s uncovered breasts. Without hesitation he took to her nipple, flicking his tongue over it and sucking it alternatively. He removed his left hand from her thigh and took it to her opposite breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple. All the while, Riza continued working on his shaft, rubbing it and pressing it to her skin.

By this point they had both had enough playing, and decided it was time for action. Riza looked up into Roy’s eye with an expression of pure animal lust; there was only one way he could satisfy her in this state. The worldly alchemist recognized the look, having been around a few women in his day. With his superior strength he took Riza by the waist and sat her up. He pulled her from the bed as he stood, and with one last fevered kiss, spun her around. Roy positioned Riza’s legs in a V shape and pressed on her upper-back, forcing her to place her hands on the mattress as he bent her over. A second later, the soaked cloth that had clung to her was around her ankles and she felt Roy’s skin against her clitoris. Slowly he rubbed it with his recently exposed flesh, until a stream of rushing fluids leaked from her, dripping to the floor beneath them. Satisfied with his preliminary work, Roy took a hold of Riza’s rear and spread her, exposing a soaked ring of flesh. Too excited to hold out any longer, Roy plunged into Riza, triggering a joint cry of pleasure. Both lovers’ bodies tightened with the feeling of initial penetration. Roy inhaled deeply, feeling that Riza was tighter than he had imagined. Riza, subsequently stifled a sigh, noticing that upon entering her, Roy had swollen in every direction.

Roy began his rocking motion, bowing out his legs and lifting himself to the balls of his feet to immerse himself deeper into his blonde, devout lover. With roaming hands he scratched the length of her spine lightly, withdrawing his flesh each time he ran a fingernail up her spine, and thrusting deeper each time he drew the finger closer to himself. With his other hand he encircled her breast, teasing the nipple until it was hardened, then ignoring it until it subsided; he repeated the process over and over again while driving Riza forward with his hips. He thrust, pushing her body an inch or two forward, then extracted himself to nearly his entirety before she rebounded from the original push. As her opening return to his skin, craving more he would shove himself up into her again. These motions created a rhythm of ecstasy within each of their bodies, sending them each further into the depths of pleasure.

Roy’s hand that had previously been on Riza’s spine found its way to the top of her head, where in a brutal fury, he took a handful of her hair, yanking her head to an upright position. He used the tresses as a leash for his partner, making sure that her hole would be no further from him than he desired; allowing him to control her very motion. This notion of control burned with Roy, more powerfully than any fire he had ever created. Equally, within Riza was her desire to serve Roy, to follow his command. He pulled harder at her hair, forcing her to moan in a pitch that signified her acceptance of the mixture between pain and pleasure. This wasn’t enough for Roy though, as he pushed himself ever further into Riza, he found himself releasing her hair and breast so that his arms could ensnare her wrists. He bent, placing his right leg on the edge of the bed, and took a hold of each of Riza’s forearms, harshly pulling them out from under her. Without support, Riza’s face crashed to the mattress, but in a moment it was lifted again as Roy took Riza’s own arms behind her back, crossing them as if to keep her from fighting back. This shot through her head and she realized how much sense their entire relationship had made all along. She yearned for him to do as he pleased with her as he asserted his dominance. She recalled the sick look of satisfaction that had always accompanied his orders to her. Suddenly she was filled with an innate sense of completion in her subservience. Roy, meanwhile bore and ground his teeth as he violently tugged at Riza’s arms, plunging himself into her over and over again. His skin expanded further, reaching depths she herself did know existed.

Roy’s face took on an expression of seething fury as he felt a lump of skin within his mate. Riza felt her body crumbling as he rubbed at this mound of flesh within his own. Her screams became higher pitched and louder as she felt her muscles contracting until finally she let loose. Waves of contraction and release ran through her and over Roy, forcing him to grunt and growl with the ferocity of a wild animal, for at that moment, that’s what he was. Riza was content, but Roy was no such thing. Feeling this sensation, he pounded away harder and more rapidly, tenderizing Riza’s hind. Red flesh began to puff up on his thighs as he pushed on, seemingly in an attempt to gratify himself. Riza’s screams became pained whimpers as her own skin felt as though it was bruising.

And with on last snarl, Roy released as well. He felt the build up come free as his entire body turned to nothing but weary muscles and flesh. His seed shot forth into Riza, the excess seeping out and running down her thighs. He thrust one last time before withdrawing and collapsing into the sheets; his partner followed in suit. The two locked eyes lovingly, still enthralled by the events that had just transpired, but deep within each of their gazes was that passionate fury that had been unleashed upon the other. Both their bodies convulsed as they joined hands and drifted off to rest.