Use Your Own Desk

Author: MoonStarDutchess

RATED M M M I can't stress that enough. Make sure you are the legal age to be reading M rated stuff in your state. Most states the age is actually 16 not 18. MESSAGE TO PARENTS: Watch your kids. This is an M Rated fiction and I have the warning up. I can't stress this enough.

Oneshot Fiction for AlSteakSauce

Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and all its characters are the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No profit was made from this fanfiction. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of original characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to the overall course of the plot. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

AN: AlSteakSauce requested Royai office “relations” for a fiction. I’m way out of practice lemon wise so please forgive any dullness you may find. I have to tone down a lot of my lemon writing to keep it at proper rating.

Use Your Own Desk

Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang sighed as he polished off the last of his paperwork. After navigating the dangerous world of ink stains, pencil shavings, and paper cuts, his work was complete. He put his pen in the black wooden pencil cup that resided on the left hand corner of his desk, a very pleased demeanor ruling his posture and gestures.

He smiled pleasantly as Riza walked into the office, her arms void of any new files that needed to be completed. She shut the door behind her and then turned her fiery hazel orbs to look upon him. He leaned back in his seat and put his arms behind his head.

"So, what do you have to say to this?" he questioned with what Havoc dubbed, "the instant orgasm for women smirk".

She quirked an eyebrow at his cocky actions. "I say that we haven't fixed your chair yet and you are going to-" She stopped talking and winced as the back of his chair broke and he hit onto the floor roughly, a few Xingese curses following directly after. "Fall," she finished.

Riza walked over to get the files of paperwork that he'd done. "I'll just take these to the paperwork office…and get you a cold compress for your head."

"Thank you Lieutenant," Roy muttered from his resting position on the floor.

"No problem sir," Riza said and left the office, shutting the door behind her.

Roy groaned when the phone rang and stared at the clock. It was time for his daily call from Maes. He got to his knees, leaned against the desk and grabbed the phone, groaning a hello then groaning in pain again.

"Does that groan happen to have anything to do with what Riza may be on her knees doing to you? If so I will call back later," Maes said.

Roy growled," Very funny. Would you give the matchmaking a rest?" He only wished it were that easy to get her on her knees in that manner. He'd managed once. Riza didn't find the hardwood floors of headquarters very comfortable. After his fall, he understood why. "What do you want… oh wait…dumb question. What kind of tale of familial joy to have to divulge to me today," Roy questioned, getting to his feet. He glanced at his chair and deemed it a loss cause that he would fix with alchemy later.

"None actually," he said, causing Roy to nearly drop his phone in shock.

"Nothing?"

"Nope, I just need you to send someone here to pick up these files that need to go to your office. Actually, it's enough for two people to come and get."

"More work?" Roy groaned. "Damn, I thought I would be paperwork free for the rest of the day."

"Well you are writing free. Most of this is reading. Very tedious reading."

"I'll send someone there to get it," he said.

"Thanks, talk to you later Roy," he said.

"Bye," Roy replied, hanging up the phone just as Riza walked through the door, carrying an icepack in her hands. She shut the door behind her, walked over to him, and put it on his head.

"You alright?"

"Yeah," he muttered, "but the chair isn't."

She looked over at it and nodded. "I kept telling you to fix it," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. She gasped when Roy pulled her against him, one hand around her waist while the other was holding the icepack steady on his head.

"Sir, not in the office," she muttered when he moved his mouth to her jaw line and trailed his white teeth along the edge slowly, causing a slight tinge of pain in their wake. He trailed back in the opposite direction, this time letting his tongue touch her skin, soothing the path his teeth had previously taken. "Sir," she protested and moved her head just out of reach.

He frowned at her and sighed, moving his hand to her lower back, the tips of his fingers close to the hem of her pants. He moved one of his fingers back and forth along the handle of her gun and grinned as he brushed her lips gently.

"Sir," she said, "please let go of me and get to work."

"What work? I'm done with my work. Don't you think you should reward me for that?"

"Reward you for doing your job? I think not," she said, pulling away. "Besides, we are in a work setting."

"That didn't stop us a week ago," he said. "Or the week before that, or the week before that."

"We were working overtime, things were stressful," she said.

"Yeah, the only thing great about stress is what we get to do alleviate that stress. Say, what if I got all stressed right now?"

"I would tell you to make friends with your right hand," she said.

"What if my right hand was injured," he teased, very amused at her comment.

"You are ambidextrous, Sir. It wouldn't matter."

"Yes, you are right. If anyone should know the power of these hands," he said holding up his gloved hands, "it's you." A wide grin appeared on his face as a light rose color appeared on her cheeks.

"Sir, do you need me to find you work to do?" she said, masking her embarrassment by pretending to be angry with him.

"No actually, I don't. Maes just called here."

"What kind of tale did he grace you with today? He get Elecia a new hair bow or something."

"Actually, hell froze over. It was actually a business call," Roy replied.

Riza looked at him with wide eyes. "Is he sick?"

"Apparently, he's got some work we need to pick up and read over. Send Havoc or someone to get it."

"They are at the range. It's their turn for shooting evaluations. I'll go get it for you," she said, heading for the door.

Roy threw the ice pack down on the table. "He said there was enough for two people to carry. I'll help you," he replied.

They both made their way down the hall and into the elevator. Roy glanced at Riza and smirked.

"No, not again," she said, causing the smile to leave his face. Roy pushed the button for the sixth floor and they made their way up. Riza made sure to stay on the opposite side of the elevator. She knew if she stood any nearer, he would try making a sexual advance, and she'd end up letting him press that stop button and having his way with her.

The elevator arrived at the proper floor, which was empty due to certifications at the range. They made their way to Maes' office and Roy knocked. The door opened and Maes grabbed his coat.

"Got to get to the range," he said.

"You need certification training too?" Roy questioned. "What is it with everyone's procrastination?"

Riza glanced at him sternly. "That's the pot calling the kettle black sir," she said.

Maes laughed. "No, I don't need certification. Major Martin needs an officer from Investigation there for parts of the certification so I have to go."

"Oh," Roy said. "Well you have lots of fun with that."

"Yeah, right. The paperwork you need is on my desk. It's every folder marked with a red marker."

"Right," Roy said, as he watched Maes go to the elevator.

"Come on, Sir," Riza said, and they walked into the office just as Maes stepped into the elevator.

Roy growled when he saw that every folder on the desk was marked with red marker. "No going home early tonight," he said.

Riza nodded and began gathering the folders. Roy grinned as she reached over to get one on the far edge that seemed like it was getting ready to tumble to the floor. He loved watching her bend over to pick things up and often would drop something when she was around so that she might pick it up.

He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she straightened, before she could speak, he bit the side of her neck, at that special spot that made her feel as weak as a starving person.

"Sir, what is wrong with you today," she growled and forced herself to pull away from him, clutching the folders she had against her chest. Roy grinned and stalked closer to her as she stepped back. "Did you drink some kind of aphrodisiac? Is there something in the water?"

Roy kept walking toward her until her back was pressed against the wall situated between the two windows. He glanced out to see Maes walking into the range and grinned. He put down the blinds of the window beside him and then moved to lower the other ones, darkening the office exponentially. He turned his gaze back to Riza and smiled mischievously as he walked over to the office door, locked it, and pulled down the dark red shade at the window embedded in it as well. He then switched off the light, leaving them in a dingy office. The only light being left what was able to seep through the blinds.

Riza could only slightly make out his form as it stalked toward her. She should have protested but as he stalked closer and closer, her body betrayed her common sense, as it always did when regarding Roy. When he got a few feet near her, she could only make out his outline; no details could be seen. She couldn't make out the metals on his uniform, the color of his skin, his eyes that she knew were looking at her hungrily and that orgasm-inducing smirk that he wore.

He took the files from her arms and laid them on top of the shelf beside her before slowly cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers sensually. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips, asking for passage and she obliged, wanting to taste him as much as he wanted her.

There was no use fighting him in this. If he went through this much trouble to have her, went through this type of risk to make love, have sex, fuck, screw, or whatever other words could describe their actions, she wouldn't deny him. She pushed away from the wall and against him as his hands trailed from her cheeks down her neck to her shoulders and to the front of her jacket where he began to unbutton the clasps. She shrugged it off and let it hit the floor as his lips left hers to nip and suck at her neck, rough enough to be arousing to her but soft enough not to leave a mark on her peach colored skin.

They shouldn't be doing this, not there in Maes' office. It was so wrong. It was more than wrong it was downright disrespectful to their positions and to Maes, but it was . . . goddamn it! It was sexy. Her breath was shuttering just from the kiss he'd given her and she took deep gulps of breath, unsure if she was getting enough oxygen inside her body. This man knew every way in the world to drive her to the brink of sexual insanity.

The way he made her want to cry out and bite her lip as he merely trailed his hands along her skin, even though it was covered with fabric, was unbelievable. The way he gazed at her with every bit of love and passion, and lust that he could muster, drove her crazy. The way he whispered that he wanted her, needed her, and loved her, was enough to cause her heart to burst in her chest. Most importantly, the way she knew he meant it all gave her the intense, passionate need to give him every single part of her.

"Roy," she groaned, as she felt his hands leave her breasts and trail down to unzip her pants.

"Riza please, don't try to stop me now. Do you know how much I've wanted you today," he groaned in her ear. "How much I always want you."

"Humm… wouldn't think of it," she said and bucked her lower body as his hands found her core, teasing her, stroking her, pressing against her so slowly she thought she would go mad if she didn't feel him inside her soon. Her hands found their way to his hair, finally having no ability to form words as his ministrations grew rougher and rougher.

He pulled down her pants as her hands trailed down his body and around to undo his pants as well. They'd both become experts at office quickies but never in someone else's office. It was so wrong and, somewhere deep inside the recesses of her mind, she kept telling herself that. The rest of her body and mind didn't really give a shit. She just wanted him. Perfect officer, down to the letter, Riza Hawkeye was betraying everything that she knew was right and enjoyed doing it. Everyone had to have their vices and this was hers.

She felt herself being turned roughly and pressed down flat on her back across Maes' desk. She felt her pants being pulled down to her knees and then… then she felt him slip inside her, getting straight to the fuck and run tactics. He leaned forward and covered her lips, his tongue mimicking the actions his lower body was currently undergoing. She sat up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and began moving with him, letting a small moan come from her mouth. Sweat beaded across their foreheads in layers, glistening thanks to with the minimal amount of light entering the office.

She pulled away from his mouth to bury her neck in his shoulder and he sat back in the chair behind the desk, feeling the weakness in his legs. Riza gripped both of his shoulders and took control; transfixing herself down onto him, endeavoring to bring them both to the throbbing, chill inducing release that they hungered for.

Roy pulled her closer as she tightened around him and then bit back a scream as her entire body shuddered upon her coming. He came with her shutting his eyes tightly and leaning his head back, his mouth open and a groan leaving his body.

Riza leaned her head against his shoulder, her body was pressed against his and she could feel from the movement of his chest that he was breathing just as quickly and deeply as she was.

"Damn," she said, the first one to speak.

She sat up and stared at him. He raised his head from his resting position and grinned. "And we didn't knock over any files."

"Is that all you have to say about the risqué thing we've done?" She teased.

"Nope, it's not all I have to say," he said and then stayed quiet as she got off of him and began donning her underwear and pants. After doing so and seeing that he was fully dressed as well, she prompted him to continue.

"Well, what else do you have to say?"

"How about Hakuro's desk next?"

He was greeted with a folder to the face.

They began gathering the folders and froze in fear when they heard a voice. "Damn, they must have thought I wasn't coming back," Maes said.

They stared at each other with wide eyes.

"What are we going to do?" Riza said as she pressed her back against the door, holding the lock so that Maes's key couldn't unlock it.

"Damn thing, is it warped or something?" Maes questioned, talking to himself. "I'll have to go get a janitor."

They heard footsteps departing and Riza peeked to make sure he actually left.

Roy removed a piece of chalk from his pocket and scratched a small transmutation circle on the wall. He touched it and a door type entrance opened. "We can leave through here just in case he suspects something."

They left through the door and Roy closed it back.

A few minutes later, Maes returned with the janitor that opened his office for him. Maes walked inside and was confused when he saw that all the blinds from the windows were down. He opened them and sat down in his chair. Roy wouldn't put them down like that. The man never liked the dark unless he was… Maes shot up from his chair and studied his environment. He noticed a small trace of chalk on a nearby wall and then something very interesting on his desk that would need lots of antiseptic.

He grabbed a piece of paper roughly and scribbled several words in all capital letters on it before putting it in an envelope and putting the proper destination on it. He would send it through inner headquarters mail. . .

The next day, Roy opened a letter from Maes's office and paled.

"What's the matter, Chief? You look like you've seen Armstrong in drag," Havoc said.

Roy threw the letter down in a plate and snapped at it, incinerating the document. "It's nothing," Roy said, satisfied that Riza would never see the letter from Maes that read: USE YOUR OWN DESK!

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