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Chapter 1- Heating Up
Riza was a very self aware woman. She knew she had a problem, she knew she could stop at any time, she knew she didn’t want to. She knew there were better ways to cope, but she rationalized that there were worse ways too. She wasn’t hurting anyone with her behavior, not even herself, and that was a win in her book. The only real issue was that Riza would kill herself before she let anyone she knew learn about her personal coping method. And right now, back in Ishval, her worst triggers on every side with no escape, surrounded by those who knew her best, with only the bare minimum level of privacy, she felt like she was crawling out of her skin. Everyone involved with the Ishvalan reconstruction knew her, or knew of her, everyone was no more than one or two relationships removed from her friends. So with no way to let off steam, Riza had no choice but to sit with her frustration. She did what she could herself to ease the built up pressure, but all she could do was lift the lid off the pot when what she really needed was a way to turn down the heat. 

Roy’s proximity was another problem. He was the one Riza needed to keep from finding out her secrets the most out of all of her circle. But in the year and a half since the Promised Day, things had changed between them. They had always been close, the kind of closeness that can only come with knowing someone for half your life and sharing all of your worst traumas with each other, but there had been a perfectly maintained illusion of distance that they kept both with others and alone. 
Since the end of the Promised Day, they now spent almost every single day together. They worked seven days a week on rebuilding Ishval. They ate breakfast together, lunch together, and most dinners as well. The only time they spent apart was while sleeping, and even then Roy was only a tent away at first, and later on the other side of the very thin walls of the hastily built crew quarters. 

It had been more than six months since Riza had been able to indulge last, and she was starting to break. She was working steadily on putting together the frame of a new structure. They were still on the “building temporary structures to support us while we rebuild the city” phase of building. She was on a team of eight, with Roy and two Corporals she didn’t know, Scar, Miles, and two other Ishvalans she had only met in passing. Riza was sweating, and not just from the heat of the Ishvalan sun bearing down on her back. It was very, very hot, though it was still early morning. Roy and the other men around her were wearing all white, dressing in loose, flowing clothes. They would take their shirts off and go half naked to escape the heat, or cover up in white to escape the sun as needed. She herself couldn’t do that, the tattoo and scars would show through thin or light colored clothing with the amount of sweat she was shedding.

Riza put down her hammer and stood, walking over to the shade for a water break. She gulped down the ice cold water greedily, some spilling over her lips and down her chin. She felt a pair of eyes on her back and pulled the water bottle away from her lips with a gasp. She looked her shoulder and fully expected to see Roy watching her. He had a habit of watching her, especially when he thought she wouldn’t notice. Instead of seeing Roy’s familiar black eyes, she turned and saw red. Scar was watching her intensely. He didn’t look away or flinch when she met his gaze. Riza held his gaze for what felt like an eternity. She pulled her hair out of it’s clip and ran her hands through it, shaking it out as she did so. Scar kept watching her the whole time. 
She half turned towards him, untucking her dark gray t-shirt from her white pants as did. Her eyes never left his as she moved. Very slowly, maintaining eye contact, Riza pulled up the front of her shirt, careful to pull it tightly against her back so it wouldn’t slip up too far, and wiped the sweat off of her face with it, exposing her stomach up to the bottom of her rib cage. As she wiped the sweat off her face with the damp front of her shirt, she lost eye contact for a moment. When she pulled her shirt back down his eyes darted back up to hers from where they’d been hungrily taking in her body. Even from the distance of a few yards she could she that he was breathing faster and his pulse was racing in the vein of his neck. 

“Lieutenant!” 

It was like a spell had been broken. Riza turned to see Roy walking up to her, wiping his hands off with a cloth. He wasn’t looking at her but scanning the horizon. She watched his long, thin fingers for a moment, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. “Yes, sir?”

“We’re stopping for the afternoon. It’s getting a little too hot to keep working.” Roy turned his eyes on her, running up and down her body before settling on her face. “Do you want me to braid your hair? It’ll keep it off your face and neck, but might be cooler than having it all bunched on your head.”

Riza nodded slowly. “That would be nice.” She turned around so that he could reach her hair, her eyes immediately finding Scar’s again. Riza had a feeling he hadn’t stopped staring at her the entire time. She felt Roy’s fingers in her hair, detangling it. He scratched her scalp for a moment and Riza felt her eyes slid closed against her will. She opened them again when Roy started to braid her hair, quickly and efficiently. He did a much better job than Riza could have done. Scar watched the entire time, without moving even an inch. She could feel Roy’s warmth behind her, his breath on her neck. She licked her lips again and watched as Scar seemed to mirror the action, his eyes narrowing slightly. Riza felt herself shiver. Roy flicked the end of in her face and tickled her nose with it. “All done.” He said. 

When Riza turned around, Roy was only a few inches behind her. She stumbled back a few feet and coughed loudly. “I’ll see you later.” She said. “I’m going to go take a nap.”

As soon as Riza had shut herself in her room, she stripped off all of her clothes and lay on her bed. She lay under the blanket, the doors had no locks and the window was covered by a curtain, not glass or shutters. Riza closed her eyes and her left hand strayed up to her left breast. She started by rubbing it gently, until her nipple started to harden under her fingers. She tried to clear her mind and focus on what she was doing, as she started to gently pinch her nipple between her fingers. The other hand was brushing up and down on her stomach, going lower and lower with each pass.

When her fingers reached between her legs, she was already soaking wet. The hair on her mound was damp with her sweat but her labia and inner thighs were dripping with arousal instead. Her clit was swollen when her fingers found it, her hips bucking involuntarily at the friction. She put her forefinger and middle finger on either side of her clit, rolling it around in slow circles. Her left hand pinched her left nipple hard and held it until she felt her back arch off the bed. 
An image came to her mind, unbidden, of Scar leaning over her, her nipple between his teeth and his hand between her legs. She felt the pressure in her abdomen rise and her vaginal walls clamped down on air. She pushed the image away, releasing her nipple and sliding her other hand down to join the first between her legs.
She slid two fingers into herself in one smooth motion, wincing at the stretch. She started rubbing her clit properly with the other hand, feeling the tingles spread out from her core, up her legs and through her belly. When she’d adjusted to the fingers inside of her, she started trusting them in and out shallowly, just barely brushing her spongy g-spot with every thrust. 

Riza had to keep very still, as the cot creaked horribly and the mattress squeaked with every movement. She bit back every moan but in the quiet of the room her breathing was far, far too loud. Her hands continued working between her legs, her mind continued to force itself to keep blank.
The pleasure grew, her whole body twitching and jerking as she played with herself. Once again, her mind wandered to forbidden territory. She remembered Roy’s breath on the back of her neck, imagined his long, thin, skilled fingers working their way inside her, coaxing her apart. Unconsciously, she slowed but deepened each thrust of her fingers, as she imagined him kissing her neck and hair, his eyelashes against her cheek as he pulled his hand away and thrust inside of her. 
Riza shook her head back and forth, clearing her mind again. Each time she pushed away her fantasies seemed to reset the clock on the orgasm she was so desperately seeking. When her mind supplied her with another image, this time of Scar, his head between her legs and his red eyes watching her over her bush, she embraced it. She sped up her fingers, let her hips move in small (quiet) circles as she raced towards release. Riza had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when she felt every muscle tense up. She bit down until she thought she had broken skin. Rza sighed when the spring within her released with almost painful force, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again as she felt her pussy squeeze her fingers over and over again with a vice-like grip. Her hands kept going and so did her orgasm, as wave after wave of pleasure made her hips buck and her breathing stutter.

Finally, Riza could pull her hands away, wiping them clean on the sheets. She collapsed on the bed and tried to catch her breath. Never before had she cum so hard or so long during a solo session. Riza felt herself start to drift asleep from the sheer exhaustion brought on by her release. There were still aftershocks zinging through her body, making her squeeze her thighs together and her muscles twitch. Riza curled up on her side and into a tight ball and closed her eyes.

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Chapter 2- Tensions Build
The night after she had fantasized about Scar, she could not meet his eyes. That day and the entire rest of the week she felt his eyes on her. Whenever they were in a room together, whenever they were working on the same tasks. She honestly wondered if she was going crazy or imagining it, because no one else seemed to notice. Riza wanted to ask Roy if she saw him watching, or any of her other friends, but then she’d have to explain and she couldn’t do that. Even asking the questions was sure to give her away somehow. They’d see her sins written on her face, they’d know what she’d done, and they would be disgusted by it.After a couple days, as the shame faded to a distant memory, the pressure started to build again. Feeling Scar’s eyes on her at all times only made things worse, 1,000 times worse. She had thought it was bad seeing Roy half naked almost every day and spending every waking hour together had been bad, but the addition of Scar’s intense stare made it so much worse.
Knowing she was being watched, Riza found herself unable to keep from trying to perform the way she had that first time. She found herself running her tongue along her lips while she talked, finding excuses to bend over or work on her hands and knees. She started to wear button-ups more often, leaving the top few buttons unbuttoned, or else slowly, sensuously unbuttoning them while he was watching. Roy asked her about the change in clothing and she cited the heat, something about trying to keep cool.

Riza found herself taking her hair down more often, touching her face or running her hands along her body in Scar’s presence. The problem was that whenever she was in Scar’s presence she was also with Roy. She wanted Scar to look at her, she wanted Scar to want her. If Roy knew what Riza was thinking, Riza would die. She would combust the moment the lightbulb flickered on in his head. The flames would consume her in an instant, her flesh becoming waxy, melting off her bones as her blood boiled and her skin charred and crumbled away. And Riza would relish the pain. During a midday work break, while sheltering in the cool mess hall from the unforgiving desert heat, Riza found a corner of the room where she could have space. The mess hall was the coolest place to be at midday so she wasn’t alone by a long shot, but Roy was still out working so she felt a little bolder, a little braver.Riza was wearing a pair of thin, military blue pants and a gray, short sleeved turtle necked t-shirt. Roy had put her golden hair in an elaborate french braid earlier in the day. She started moving through the stretches she did daily to help keep her limber and to help with the stiffness of her scar tissue. Scar was on the very far side of the room, and his eyes were on her like the always seemed to be these days. 
The set of stretches started fairly tame, with arm and upper torso stretches. She moved through those more quickly than she would have usually. Then she moved to ones that involved twisting and bending her torso. She made she to angle her body so that from where he sat, Scar would have a view of her from her best angles. When the position allowed, she would look to make sure he was still watching her. Riza was so wet she could feel her underwear clinging to her. She could feel little zings in her clit every time she caught Scar’s eye. She started trying to discreetly brush against her arms against her hard nipples and squeezing her thighs together to try to ease the ache between them.

She was halfway through her stretches and the show she was putting on was starting to border on indecent. Riza was on the floor now, warming herself up to go for a full split when she nearly jumped out of her skin from the sound of a familiar voice behind her. “What are you doing, Lt?”Riza turned and saw Roy standing next to her. She had been so focused on Scar that she hadn’t seen him come in, heard him walk up to her, or noticed him standing there for almost a full minute. She felt herself blush as she sat all the way up and pulled her legs criss-cross. “Just stretching.” Riza said. “So much manual labor is making me a bit stiff.”

Roy nodded thoughtfully. “You have seemed a bit off lately. Do you want me to rub your back for you?” The ache in Riza’s pussy ached and throbbed so strong at the thought that Riza felt herself visibly flinch. She slowly nodded her head. Roy sat down right behind her, a leg on either side of her own. He kept a fair distance between their bodies, but he was closer than he’d ever been outside of life or death situations. Riza felt her breath start to get shallow as the anticipation built. He flicker her braid her shouder before he touched her. His hands slid over her shoulders first, gentle but firm. Riza closed her eyes at Roy’s touch. She felt her entire body throb with want. Then she remembered what she had been doing and thinking about only moments before. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately made eye contact with Scar. He was still across the room and he was still watching her so intently. Even from this distance Riza could see that he had taken his shirt off and slung it over his lap. Even so, Riza could see a slight bunching of the fabric over Scar’s lap.

Roy was quiet as he rubbed her back for her. He was focused on his task. His touch was gentle, but very business-like. He was seeking out her muscles one by one and skillfully rubbing the knots out of them. He had finished her shoulders and moved down her back, keeping his hands solely to her upper back, never venturing to the the sides or below her waist. Scar did not look away, not even when someone approached him and asked to sit at the same bench. Whenever a person walked between them and momentarily blocked the view, he had scowled until Roy and Riza were in full view again. Roy was working the heel of his palm under her shoulder blade in little circles, his breath tickling her ear. Across the room, Scar put a hand beneath the shirt he had on his lap and the bunched fabric doubled in size. An involuntary moan left Riza’s lips, low and quiet but unmistakable.

“Sorry.” Roy whispered and shifted his hand away from the area. “It’s all right.” Riza panted. “That feels better, thank you.” She leaned away from Roy’s touch. “Its just a little too sore right now.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Roy said. Riza stood on shaky legs. She reached out a hand to help Roy up. “Should we get something to eat?” She asked, her voice higher pitched than normal and a little breathy.

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Chapter 3- Chilly Nights
Out in the desert, once the sun went down for the night a flip switched. It would go from 38 degree days to 2 degree nights, with some nights reaching below zero. Riza stood near one of the many outdoor fires they had going, her uniform jacket wrapped loosely around her shoulders. For once, Roy wasn’t right by her side, having gone to bed a few minutes earlier.She could feel Scar’s eyes on her back. Her awareness of Scar was so finely tuned after more than a week of the constant tension between them. He called to her like a beacon, and she could feel rather than see him leave the shadow of a building he’d been hiding and in behind her. She felt him shifting behind her, stalking closer slowly, like a cat stalking its pray. Like he had stalked countless state alchemists after the war. This was what those men had seen and felt right before they died. Scar came up by her side. The gap of space between them was suddenly scorching her with its heat, warmer than the fire before her. Riza shivered with the flush of pleasure the heat brought, her cheeks tinged pink. Scar was eyeing her sidelong, his gaze unashamed as it flickered up and down from her face to her body and back again.

“It gets cold so cold at night.” Riza said softly, turning her head slightly to watch Scar’s face. He frowned a little and nodded, the barest hint of movement. “How do you Ishvalans deal with it?” Scar half turned towards her, his eyes fixed on hers. Riza licked her lips nervously. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

“In the cold, it can help to have another person to warm you up. Share body heat.” Scar said this almost blankly, no inflection on any one word or phrase. There was no descernable emotion in his voice. The look on his face told it all. That look was hungry. Riza shivered again. “It could be worth a try.” Riza stepped back from the fire. She took a few steps toward her building. She turned back and saw that Scar was still standing by the fire, his eyes on her retreating form. She raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming?”

Scar’s eyes narrowed at her. After a moment he nodded and followed. 

Riza walked straight back to her room. She walked into her room and held the door open for Scar. She had barely shut it behind him before he had grabbed her by the waist, turning her around and slamming her back against the door with an almost painful thump. His lips were on hers instantly, forceful and demanding. Scar pressed his body against hers, crowding her. He was so much taller than she was and so much broader. Her hands clutched his biceps helplessly as his tongue violated her mouth and his knee forced it’s way between her thighs, pressing against her so hard she nearly lost her balance. One of Scar’s hands tangled itself in Riza’s hair, pulling her head back for a better angle, the other clutched at her hip, pushing her pelvis to grind against his thigh. Scar gripped her bottom lip between his teeth and then yanked her head back by her hair. The dual pain of her lip and scalp combined with the steady pressure on her core made Riza moan, barely louder than an exhale. Any sound she made louder than that would be heard by anyone in the next room. Roy to her left and Fuery to her right. Riza didn’t have a chance to dwell on that thought as Scar released her lip and pulled her head back even further to start on her neck. He bit and suckled at her neck until Riza was squirming, the pressure between her legs building but it wasn’t enough yet, not nearly enough. The hand on her hip slid up over her stomach and started to undo her belt with a practiced ease. When he had pulled her belt free, he backed away suddenly. The loss of his weight pressing her into the wall made Riza stumble forward a bit. He held her belt in one and and tapped it idly against his palm as he slowly backed up and sat on Riza’s bed. The gentle slap of the leather hitting flesh made goosebumps rise up on Riza’s skin. She watched the movement of his hand as if hypnotized and found herself flinching with each thwack of leather and skin. “Take your clothes off.”

Riza shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, looking up between each button to measure Scar’s reaction to each inch of unveiled skin. His breathing hitched when the expanse between her breasts was revealed, he spread his legs a little when she got to her belly button. When her shirt was loose and unbuttoned, Riza started to ease her pants down over her hips, gyrating as she did so. On the next swing, the belt missed Scar’s palm. Riza stood before Scar wearing a pair of plain black panties, white bra, and loose white button up shirt. She slowly slipped the black panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. Scar put down her belt on the bed next to him and raised an eyebrow at her. “This is all that comes off.” Riza said quietly.

Scar nodded and held out a hand to her. Riza sipped her hand into his and let him pull her onto his lap. Scar was still wearing all of his clothes, a fair of loose pants, shirt and robe, all in white. Her bare vulva brushed against his bulge and she shivered in pleasure. Scar’s hands immediately went to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm. His dark red eyes stared into hers, their lips just barely brushing as she ground against him, panting into his mouth. Even just this after such a long dry spell, after so much time teasing, was too much. Riza tried to hang on, tried to keep from falling over the edge but it was over far too quickly. She was cumming, soaking the fabric between them as she bit Scar’s lip to keep from crying out.

Riza hadn’t come done from her orgasm yet when Scar lifted her effortlessly, standing with her legs hooked around his thick waist, turning sharply and dropping her on the bed. She fells with a gasp and quickly scooted up the mattress. Scar just yanked her back down by the ankles until her legs were dangling over the edge of the mattress. He bent her legs at the knees and placed them on the edge of the bed, spreading herself out below his gaze. Scar’s face didn’t change much as he looked down at her. He took a step back as his gaze swept over her. Her messy blonde hair spread out on the bed above her, her bright shiny brown eyes and flushed cheeks, her red, swollen lips bleeding from their rough treatment. The shirt bunched underneath her back and her breasts nrealy falling out of her white cotton bra. Her toned stomach and the spread of her thighs and the blonde hair and pink flesh between them. 

Scar began to strip himself, quickly, no movement was lost or wasted. Soon he was fully naked before her. His skin was dark all over, uniform. He was muscular but lean, he had more definition than he had bulk. The tattoos on his arms  The happy trail that started at his belly button and lead the way down his six pack was as white as the hair on his head. The hair around the base of his cock and over his balls was a darker, wiry sort of gray. He was… big. Not the biggest Riza had ever had, not even close, but he was significantly larger than average. Riza’s eyes were fixed on his cock, which was more than half erect. Scar reached a hand down and slowly stroked himself as she watched, leaning up on her elbows. He was uncircumcised, and Riza watched as his foreskin covered the dark purple head before pulling back to reveal it. Riza licked her lips as the desire to taste him almost overwhelmed her. She felt dizzy with it. When a bead of precum formed at the tip he pulled his hand away and advanced on her. Scar pulled her legs even farther apart, roughly, his fingers so tight on her ankles that she thought it might bruise her skin. He stood before the bed, snug between her legs, and pressed one hand flat on her belly, right over her belly button, holding her there, anchoring her. With the other hand, he teased her folds with the tip of his penis until her hips started to buck, trying to catch him and pull him inside. He pressed down harder on her lower belly and pulled his hips away until she stilled underneath him. He repeated the action until a whine built up in Riza’s throat. 

“Tell me you need it.” Scar said the fourth time he pulled away. “Beg me to fuck you.” Riza didn’t even stop to think about it. “Please.” She begged under her breath. “Please, please fuck me. Please put your big, thick cock inside me and fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Scar pushed his entire length inside her in one smooth motion. Riza screwed her eyes shut at the burning sensation. She was more than wet enough but she usually had her lovers stretch her out a bit first, with one, then two, then three fingers before sex. She usually insisted on oral and preferred to be on top where she could control the pace. There was something intoxicating about how out of control Scar made her feel. His fingers bruised her hips as he held them in place and began to thrust into her, fast and hard, their skin slapping together obscenly in the quiet room. She was panting, each breath almost a moan as he bent over her and took one nipple in his mouth. Scar sucked the very tip of her nipple and out of his mouth roughly, her skin scraping against his front teeth with each motion. Her nipple was on fire and her pussy squeezed down on the invading cock with each motion. He took his hands off her hips and used one to hold up his weight, the other wrapping one leg around his hips to deepen the angle.

With each thrust, he was rubbing against her g-spot making her melt underneath him. When he thrust particularly hard or deep he hit her cervix, causing a twinge of pain that the brush against her g-spot instantly erased. She was getting closer and closer to another orgasm and started to bite the heel of her hand to keep from screaming. He released her nipple and stopped, deep inside her, right before she reahced her peak. Her vaginal walls spasmed in protest and whined a little. Scar brushed the stray hair out of her eyes and bend down again, covering her body with his. Riza wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he began to grind into her, moving in small circular motions. She felt Scar’s lips on her neck, kissing along the side of her throat again. He was lipping, licking, and gently biting the scar on her neck from that awful day underneath Central. He licked and nibbled at the scar tissue as he continued to grind into her, the friction driving her wild with need. Everytime she moved even a little bit to try to urge him to go faster, harder, deeper, to try to drag her nipples across his chest or her clit through the pubic hair at the base of his cock, he would stop moving and bite her harder in a silent repremand. The pain of his teeth did nothing to discourage her pleasure seeking, instead it egged her on. She felt the tender skin sorrounding her scar break beneath his teeth when she tried to buck her hips up and dislodge his weight from her body. 

Scar pushed himself up with a single hand on her sternum. He started to pund into her again, making her body move up and down on the bed. Her breasts were bouncing inside her bra with each thrust as Scar continued to hold her down. She tried to push against his hand and found that even if she struggled, between his hips pinning hers and the hand on her chest, she couldn’t sit up even if she wanted to. She could buck and fight but she’d be powerless to stop Scar if she wanted to. Those red eyes that were trained on hers had been the last thing so many people had seen before he’d blown them to bits. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned, adding to the cacophony that the movement of their bodies and the creaking of the bed created. Scar wasn’t even panting from the effort, but movving at a punishing pace with ease. Riza put a hand down between their bodies, her fingers desperately seeking her clit. She was so, so close, she just needed a little more to get herself there. Scar slapped her hand away before it had found its goal, catching her wrist in his grip and pinning it down on the bed. He didn’t stop fucking into her as he held her arm down with a grip tight enough to bruise. His other hand moved from her sternum to her throat, easily circling it with his broad palm. Riza’s neck was still wet with Scar’s saliva and he slipped a little before he was able to get traction. He pressed down on her neck a little harder, making Riza’s gasping breaths stutter in her throat. A dark shadow crossed Scar’s face as he slowly and steadily increased the pressure. Riza’s eyes widened as her oxygen flow was slowly and methodically cut off. She realized the position she had put herself in and the man she had put herself in it with. He was so much bigger, and stronger than she was, and he had no moral reservations about killing when it suited him. She was helpless beneath him as he choked her with one hand and fucked her ruthlessly. Riza felt her heart rate pick up and her pussy clench again. Her orgasm was imminent. Scar pressed down harder and Riza wasn’t getting enough air. She couldn’t swallow and she felt her mouth watering, spittle dribbling over her lips. Her fingers on the hand that was pinned beside her head had gone numb. Her mouth was open as she tried to suck in air. Her free hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand on her throat, fingernails digging in. Scar had more than every reason to want her dead and here he had the perfect opportunity to kill her. Her vision was going black but her eyes were fixed on the arm of the hand choking the life out of her. This was the deconstruction arm, the one he could kill with at will. 

Riza’s pleasure intensified until her vision exploded into fireworks. If she’d had any breath left she would have screamed in pleasure as every nerve in her body caught fire. The moment she started to cum Scar released her throat and her lungs flooded with much needed air. He collapsed on top of her, his thrusting turning erratic and rhythmless. She felt his teeth clamp down onto her jaw and break skin, she felt blood start to drip down her neck at the same moment she felt Scar’s cock twitching inside her as he gave one final thrust in her oversensitive cunt and came.They lay still, panting together as they came down. Now that they were done, Riza no longer felt hot. She was freezing as the sweat and other bodily fluids cooled on her skin. Her wrists, ankles, and throat hurt, she was sure the bite on her jaw was bleeding, if barely. When Scar got off of her and pulled his soft cock out of her abused cunt it made a squelching noise. She ached and not exactly in a good way. There were tears streaming down her cheeks that she hadn’t been aware of and as Scar started to wipe his body down with his discarded shirt she pulled her knees to her chest, rolled ober on her side, and wiped at the tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. They had been far, far too loud. There was no way that Roy had not heard them, no way that he had slept through that. Riza’s body flooded with shame, despite the fact that she was still tingling from her orgasm. She hated this side of herself, the slut who let any warm body have their way with her. Roy would be disgusted with her if he knew, he would be betrayed because Riza was willing to fuck anyone who came along but she had never fucked him. Scar put his pants back on and left her room. Riza stayed curled in the fetal position. She wasn’t sure what else she had been expecting. In fact, she had chosen Scar because she specifically wanted someone who would not catch feelings for her the way her one-night stands often did. He knew that Riza would never be emotionally available, he had to know that, and he hadn’t cared. 

So Riza was more than a little surprised when he returned with a bucket of warm water, a washcloth, and a canteen. He sat on the bed next to her and rolled her onto her back to wash the sweat and tears from her face. He wasn’t gentle or kind, but businesslike as he washed her face, her neck, her body, between her legs. He didn’t really say anything as he worked, moving her limbs for her as he cleaned her up. He kept his eyes focused on his task. When she was as clean as she would get without a shower, Scar helped her sit up and held the canteen to her bruised and bloody lips and made her drink even though her throat protested the action. She coughed when he pulled the bottle away. “I can heal the cuts and make the bruises go away.” Scar said as she pulled her legs in to sit criss-cross and started to finger comb her tangled hair. Scar did not look at her face. “It may still hurt a bit after I’m done, I can’t fully heal bruises but a few more days and you’ll be fine.” Riza nodded and he touched her with the reconstruction hand. The alchemy tingled as her skin knitted together and the bruises faded.Riza got off her bed and found a small mirror. In the low light of the room she was able to see that her skin now looked unblemished. She cleared her throat and then said in a still hoarse voice “Thank you.”

Scar put his robe back on and shoved his soiled shirt into his waistband. He nodded once and then left again. Riza curled back up on the bed, the sheets sticking to her skin and pulled her blankets over her naked body. She did not fall asleep.

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Chapter 4- Patterns
The next day Roy asked Riza about the hoarseness in her voice, concern clearly written across his face. Riza gave some excuse, unable to look him in the eye. Roy wasn’t treating her any differently than he usually did, so he probably hadn’t heard anything or know anything. Riza avoided Scar for the next week, putting herself on different work crews every day. The pain from her lingering bruises faded fairly quickly, but the sting of shame sat in the pit of her belly, making her sick. Riza had just let Scar do whatever he wanted. She had let Scar use her in ways she had never let a man use her before and it had felt so, so good. Riza could still remember the way he had held her down, the way he had held her by the throat until she couldn’t even breathe, the way he had fucked her with little regard for her comfort. With a sense of horror, Riza found herself becoming aroused again any time she thought of Scar, of his strong body against hers. After a week of avoiding him, of still feeling his eyes on her whenever she wasn’t looking, Riza decided to address the elephant in the room. She cornered him one afternoon outside the showers. Scar seemed to be expecting her, because he merely jerked his head and led the way out of the camp and into the construction zone. No one was working, so they’d have privacy there to talk. Scar turned and waited for Riza to speak first.

“Look. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have…” Riza paused and sighed. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with people I work with. It was an error in judgement and it won’t happen again.”

“Do you want it to happen again?” Scar asked. He had his arms crossed and he was watching Riza with amusement. Riza shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was a one-time thing. We need to keep a civil working relationship and it wouldn’t be right for us to be involved.” Riza felt her heartrate pick up and her breath grow shallow. She was filled with anxious energy with no outlet to release it. Scar just looked at her for a long time. “We’re both adults.” Scar said. He took a couple steps forward until he was looming over Riza. “We aren’t hurting anyone.”

Riza swallowed heavily. Scar was only a few inches away from her now, all she had to do was lean forward a bit to close the distance. “We can’t.”

“Do you want to?” Scar asked. Riza nodded slowly. In an instant, Scar’s body was pressed tightly against hers. He held her chin in one hand, the other pressed against the small of her back. Scar leaned forward and his breath ghosted across Riza’s cheek. “Then what’s stopping you?”

Riza felt herself shiver in anticipation. Scar’s lips barely brushed against hers, then against her cheek, her jaw, her eyelids, down her neck. Scar took the clip out of her hair, tossing it aside carelessly. Riza blinked at him as he pulled away. Scar put a hand on Riza’s shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. His thumb brushed against her lower lip. Riza reached out shaky hands and pulled open Scar’s fly. He was already half hard. She ducked her head, using one hand to steady herself, the other started to stroke Scar’s cock. She pulled back his foreskin and licked the his cockhead. She felt his hand tangle in her as he pushed her head closer. Riza opened her mouth and took him in, hallowing her cheeks and sucking. She swirled her tongue around the head as Scar guided her to take him even deeper. Scar pulled her mouth up and down his cock by his grip in her hair. Riza inhaled when he pulled her back and relaxed her throat when she was pulled forward to take him deeper. Scar pulled her off suddenly, pulling Riza to her feet by her hair. Scar kissed her, softly, gently, his free hand slipping into her waistband to tease her clit with his fingers. Riza ground down against him, her knees starting to buckle. She bit back a moan as scar sucked her earlobe into his mouth while his calloused fingers flicked her clit. “I want to hear you.” Scar whispered in Riza’s ear. Scar pulled his hand out of Riza’s underwear and released her hair. He pulled off her belt and pulled her pants down to her knees. This time he was the one who got to his knees. He looked up at her. “I don’t care what name you call when I make you cum.”

Riza spread her legs as much as the pants around her ankles allowed. Her anticipation built as Scar pulled her hips forward a little and bent his head so he could put his tongue to her folds. Riza moaned when his tongue found her clit. She wound her hands into Scar’s hair as he started to flick his tongue back and forth across her clit. He sucked her clit between his lips and Riza felt her hips buck against his face. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as he licked his way between her labia, his nose brushing against her clit as he started to fuck her with his tongue. Riza moved her hips against his face as he licked and sucked her sensitive, swollen flesh. She felt the coil in her belly begin to tighten. Scar groaned, sending vibrations through her body. He focused his attention on Riza’s clit again. Riza felt herself getting closer and closer to falling off the edge. Her hips moved in circles and Scar circled her clit with his tongue going the other way. Riza whimpered and pulled Scar’s face closer to her center with one hand. The other hand slipped up her body and started to rub her erect nipple through her shirt. Riza’s orgasm was almost a surprise. Her hips bucked against Scar’s face as her body shook. Riza couldn’t help the cry of “Roy” that left her lips as the world around her shattered. She heard Scar moan against her as he spilled himself on her feet.

The next time, Scar came to her.

It was a few days later. Scar knowcked on Riza’s door first thing in the morning, hours before either of them were needed anywhere. Riza, against her better judgement, let him n. Scar didn’t say anything, just sat down on Riza’s bed and looked at her. Riza shivered. It made no logical sense, but Scar could make her feel so sinfully good when he looked at her like that. Like he had already undressed her with his eyes and was having his way with her. Riza could feel herself gtting wet. Scar just raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze heavy with expectation. Riza knew what he was expecting. She stripped quickly, pulling her pajama bottoms off in one fluid motion. She was now naked from the waist down.This time she had an old sweatshirt on instead of a button up, so she couldn’t take her shirt off. Scar jerked his head at her, calling her over. When Riza gotclose, Scar put his hands on her hips and guided her to lay back on her bed. Scar loomed over her, kissing his way down her neck, pulling down the collar of her shirt to mouth at her collarbone. Scar started to mouth at the swell of her breast through the fabric, his lips and tongue leaving darker blue splotches behind as he went. Riza gasped when his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Scar didn’t linger long on her breasts, trailing kisses down Riza’s belly to settle between her thighs. Scar started slow, skipping over her sex to kiss and lick the skin of her thighs, starting low near her knees. Each kiss and lick got a little closer to her center, to the throbbing,aching need at the apex of Riza’s thighs. When Scar bit the sensitive skin of Riza’s inner thigh, she felt her hips buck as her arousal peaked. Riza almost felt like she was going to cum just from that but her release was denied her. Scar reached the top of her right thigh, only to ghost over her pussy, his breath making her tremble, and start mothing at her other thigh, once again starting at her knee. Riza groaned in frustration, her hands balling up in the sheets of her bed. She could see Scar watching her as he moved from thigh to thigh, his red eyes holding her gaze with intenisity. Scar had made her beg the first time he’d fucked her, he was probably trying to ake her beg again. Riza wouldn’t give in this time though, she wouldn’t give Scar the satisfaction. This time, he’d be the one to break first. Scar held eye contact as he rose up her body. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Riza’s mouth before he stood up and left the room.

“That dick.” Riza muttered under her breath. She could feel her wetness pooling under her ass on the bed, her skin felt like it was on fire. Riza pulled her shirt off and grabbed one breast, pinching the nipple tightly between her thumb and forfinger. Her other hand pushed between her legs, two fingers entering herself quickly, while her thumb started the flick her clit quickly. Riza was desperate to get off, but she kept getting distracted by her anger. How dare he get her so worked up and then just leave? Just who did he think he was, anyway? It took Riza forever to get out of her head enough to really enjoy the masturbation. Each time she thought of Scar she found herself getting further and further away from orgasm. She found her mind drifting back to more dagerous, and arousing, fantasies. The ones she had of her commanding officer. Roy wouldn’t tease her like Scar did or leave her wanting. He would cater to her every need, he would get off on it. Riza could almost imagine the way he’d whisper her name as he made love to her, reverent and soft, loving. “Riza.”

Riza froze, her entire body on alert. There was a knock on her door. “Riza are you still here?” Riza pulled her hand out from between her legs. She wiped it on the sheets, pullng her legs together and rolling onto her side. “Yeah.” Riza called shakily through the door. “I must have overslept. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She said.

“Okay.” Roy replied through the door. “I grabbed you soemthing to eat since you weren’t at breakfast.”

“Thanks. Wait for me downstairs.” Riza sat up slowly and got dressed for the day.

All three of them were on the same work crew that day. Riza was misrable. She’d gotten so worked up that morning and then hadn’t had a chance to get off. She was with both the man who had gotten her worked up and the one who’d interrupted her right before she would have cum. Her inner thighs were still sticky because she hadn’t had the time for a shower. Her lips were sore from her frantic masterbation, and she was so frustrated she could’ve wept. Scar kept giving her these little knowing smirks and sidelong glances. And Roy was oblivious. Riza took every oppurtunity to get away from the work crew, taking on all solo jobs she could just to get a break. It was on one of these solo excursions that Scar found her. He pressed her up against the wall, his erection pressing into Riza’s ass and grinding. He reached a hand between Riza’s front and the wall, slipping it into the waistband of her pants. He sunk two of his fingers into her and started pumping, quick and rough and dirty. Riza bit her cheek to keep from moaning aloud. The heel of Scar’s hand was brushing against her clit with every stroke. Scar’s tongue traced the shell of Riza’s ear and her pussy clenched down on Scar’s fingers. She was getting so, so close, so so quickly, and it felt so, so good. Riza knew that they were in public, that anyone could walk up and see what was happening, and in that moment, Riza didn’t care. All she cared about was the fact that she had been frustrated all day and that she was about to cum. Sparks were zinging through Riza’s body with every thrust, her thighs were trembling with the effort to keep herself standing. Not that she really needed to try, with how tightly Scar was pessing her against the wall. Scar bit the top of Riza’s ear and her world shatterd. She kept her noise to a minimum, letting out nothing more than a heavy sigh. Her pussy fluttered around Scar’s fingers as he kept pumping through her orgasm. Riza’s eyes fluttered closed and her forehead hit the wall as her whole body relaxed.

Scar pulled his hand out of her pants and took several steps back. Riza turned to look at him right as Roy Mustang walked around the corner. “Oh there you are, Riza. Are you alright, you look flushed?”

Riza’s breathing was still labored, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. Her body was still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew she probably looked like a flustered sweaty mess. Roy took a step towards Riza and put a hand on her forehead. “Are you feeling alright? It’s way to easy to get overheated in this heat, Riza.”
Riza couldn’t respond, because behind Roy’s back, Scar had just put two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked. Riza felt herself go faint, her knees beginning to buckle. Roy grabbed her arm, worried. “I think we ought to get you to a doctor.”

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Chapter 5- Discoveries

After that it became a sort of habit. Another routine to fall into. Riza still spent her days with Roy, like they were a couple, even though they weren’t. And every few days either Scar would find her or she would go to him just to release a bit of tension. It made Riza feel dirty, like she was doing something wrong. Like she was cheating somehow, but on who? With who? She and Roy were not a couple. And as far as she and Scar went, they were just fucking. They barely even talked during sex, let alone any other time of the day or week. Still, every time she was with Roy, she would see the way his eyes would light up around her and she would feel physically sick with guilt. How could she do this to him, right under his nose? And with someone he, most likely, despised? Who despises him? They’d both tried to kill each other on more then one occasion. There were some days when Riza would panic and think that Roy somehow knew. He’d look at her strangely at breakfast and Riza would have sworn he’d overheard the night before. Or else he saw them, one of the times they couldn’t wait long enough to get back to one of their rooms. There was a sort of thrill to the thought of being caught but if Riza paused and thought about it instead filled her with dread.

That didn’t stop her from pulling Scar in by the hand and pushing him onto the bed. Scar was much bigger and stronger than Riza is but he went willingly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Scar raised an eyebrow in both a question and a challenge. Riza raised both eyebrows back and put her hands on her hips. “My turn. Take your clothes off.” Riza kept her eyes on Scar as she stripped. Scar shed his clothes slowly, teasingly. Riza was quick and effcient while stripping. When both had fully shed their clothes, Riza pushed Scar back in the bed. He shifted so he was in the middle of the bed instead of half off it. Riza barely gave him the time to do that before she was climbing on top of him, straddling his midsection. Riza leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, sensual and demanding. Scar returned in kind, letting Riza set the mood for once.

Riza rose up onto her knees and moved up until she was hovering over Scar’s face. Scar reached up and pulled her down onto his face with both hands. His lips and tongue started moving immediately. Riza rocked her hips back and forth, riding Scar’s face. Scar was clinging to her hips, trying to pull her closer. Riza was completely blindsided by her orgasm, nearly falling over or crushing Scar beneath her. She stayed upright by putting a hand on the wall for support and balance. Riza had managed to cum but she wasn’t done by long shot. She scooted back until she was straddling Scar’s hips, settling down until his cock was between her lips. Riza rocked back and forth a few times, teasing him and a quick breather for Riza.

After a couple minutes, Riza rises up again, reaching a hand down to aim. She sinks down slowly, grinding when she has Scar fully inside her. Riza started rocking and grinding, feeling how full she felt and how stretched she was to accommodate Scar. Soon Riza was bouncing gently, a hand on each of Scar’s pecs for balance. One of Scar’s hands went up to fondle her breast, the other curled around her hip. With Scar’s helping hand, Riza could bounce higher, each downward motion now smooth and controlled, the upperward bounce was as fast and chaotic as Riza could make it. Riza moaned. She’d perfected the angle so that the head of Scars cock brushed over her g-spot with every movement. Every time Riza dropped down her clit smacked against Scar’s pelvis.

Scar just layed there and let Riza move how she’d like, when she’d like. Letting her use him the same way she let him use her every other time they’d had sex. Riza raked her fingernails down Scar’s chest. She kept them short and blunt, she needed them that way with her line of work, but she still left raised welts on Scar’s chest. Riza liked the way they looked, so she did it again, this time her fingernail caught on Scar’s nipple and he let out a deep, low growl of a moan. Riza flicked the other nipple and got a similar response. Riza kept moving her hips, bending forward to lick across Scar’s collerbone and chest. She sucked a hickey on his chest right above Scar’s left nipple. Then she took the nipple into her mouth and bit down gently. Scar sat up suddenly, pushing Riza back up with him. Riza lost the rhythm she’d build with the change of position. The new angle had her gasping. Scar started to thrust up into her, both of his arms coming to wrap around Riza’s back, underneath her shirt. Riza felt Scar’s hands run possessively up her back. Riza met Scar thrust for thrust. Riza was so, so close. She felt Scar’s cock twitch inside her on a particularly brutal thrust upward. Scar’ bit down on her shoulder as he came inside her. As soon as his orgasm was finished, Scar rubbed Riza’s clit quickly to get her off too. Riza came with a whimper into Scar’s mouth.

Riza collapsed onto Scar’s chest, her own chest heaving as she gulped in air. Scar’s fingers traced along her back, up and down her spine. The movement was idle, purposeless. Some thought wriggled in the back of Riza’s mind but she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm and her head was too busy swimming with the euphoria that came with good sex. After a minute to let her breathing slow down and her body resolidify from its jelly-like state. She rolled over until she was on her side on the narrow bed. Generally, Scar would get up to clean up and let Riza clean up, and take care of any injuries. He never stayed long, never long enough for them to have a conversation. There certainly was never any physical contact after sex. So, Riza was surprised when Scar rolled over to face Riza, brushing a hand over her hip.

Riza looked into Scar’s eyes. He had a concerned, thoughtful expression on his face. He scooted in closer to Riza, the hand on her hip sliding up to her back. The post-orgasm bliss started to wear off. The shame opened up a pit in Riza’s belly. Riza felt herself blush and she found it hard to keep eye contact with Scar. Riza’s entire body felt sticky with sweat and other assorted fluids. Her legs burned from the effort. Scar was tracing patterns into her back again with one hand. Riza’s blood went cold. She quite literally pushed Scar off of the bed with one firm shove. He wasn’t expecting it and went over, landing on the ground with a very loud, building shaking thump.

Scar had sat up and was about to say something when there was a knock on Riza’s door. “Lieutenant, are you all right? I thought I heard something.” It was Roy at the door, who else would it be. Riza motioned for Scar to stay silent and still.

Riza got up and walked to the other side of the door, pressing her forehead against it. “Everything is fine. I just tripped and fell. Aside from a few bumps and bruises, that is.” Riza tries to laugh but it comes out dry and humorless. She waits with bated breath, the hallway outside was completely silent. There was nothing to stop Roy from opening the door and walking in, seeing her and Scar together. The entire room stank of sex and sweat. There would be no hiding what was going on, what had just happened. Would he be heartbroken? Angry? Would he even care? Maybe he’d just accept it and move on, as it was there would be no reason for him to be jealous or to play the part of spurned lover.

“Ok. Goodnight.” Riza listened for the footsteps and then the sound of the door shutting behind Roy. She turned to look at Scar with a relieved expression on her face. Then she remembered what had made her push him off the bed in the first place. She sat on the edge of the bed. Scar still sat on the floor, his beck resting against the bedframe. He had his knee pulled up and his arm slung across it casually. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Scar said softly.

Riza felt cold and ashamed. She pulled her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around herself. She wanted to clean up and shower. She was ready for Scar to leave but he just sat there, watching her. Riza could pretend he hadn’t felt her burn scars and he probably wouldn’t ask questions. Still, Riza felt like she owed him some sort of explanation. She stood and shed the blanket before pulling her t-shirt up over her head. She turned and put her back to Scar. In the low lighting of Riza’s room, the tattoo would be hard to make out but both it and the scars would be visible. After a moment of awkward silence, Riza picked up the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She sat back down on the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Riza said.

“Those are alchemical notes, aren’t they?” Scar said. His voice was light and conversational but there was a clear question in them. Even if he’d likely never say so, Scar was an alchemist and a good one at that. He would have been able to tell what the notes were about if not the actual content of them.

Riza exhaled. “The notes are my fathers. He didn’t trust paper and ink, so he asked if he could put his notes on me. I believed in my father and in his alchemy, I agreed it needed to be preserved. Then, I saw what it could do. During the war. So I asked Roy to use that alchemy to destroy the notes. He tried to talk me out of it but… I was insistent.” Riza said.

“Hmm.” Scar said. He started to look for his discardeded clothes. He left the room and came back, like he usually did. Riza took the wascloth from him and cleaned up as best as she could. Before he left, Scar leaned down and kissed Riza. This was their first kiss that wasn’t just a prelude to something more. “Thank you for telling me.” He said. Riza realized that this was probably one of the longest conversations they’d ever had. It was probably the first one with any sort of substance behind it. Riza didn’t return the kiss but she didn’t pull away, either, letting him mold his lips to hers. Scar pulled away after a few long, drawn out moments.

He left the room without saying anything else.

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Chapter Seven- Escalation

Once Scar knew about the tattoo and the burn scars there was no more need to hold back. A few days later, Riza cornered him in his room. She’d waiting in the hall, then followed him in. She shut the door behind her and pulled her shirt and bra fully off, her nipples hardening in the cold air. Scar’s eyes were fixed on Riza’s face, amusement was written all over it. For a moment, Riza felt self conscious and a little embarrassed. Then Scar’s eyes dropped and Riza let the tension of the moment leave her. She’d only ever been shirtless in front of two men in her life, and the first was her father. Feeling a little more confident, Riza shed the rest of her clothes.

Riza wasn’t exactly sure where to move on from there. The only reaction she’d gotten was once over glance and a crossing of arms. Usually Scar took control, that was one of the things that made her keep coming back. The last time was an aberration, an anomaly. Was Scar waiting for her to give orders once again? The uncertainty must have shown on Riza’s face. “Did you come here just so I would fuck you?” Scar asked. “Are you that desperate?” A part of Riza wanted to get dressed and storm out. Wanted to show Scar that she wasn’t that desperate. Another part of her, the one she always tried to suppress, shivered in anticipation. “If you’re going to act like a slut I might as well treat you like one.”

Scar’s voice was barely above a whisper. Scar sat on edge of the bed. “Is that what you want?” Scar asked. “To be treated like a slut?”

Riza didn’t mean to speak but the word left her mouth anyway. “Yes!!!” She hissed.

“Yes, what?” Scar asked.

Riza tried to figure out what he meant. What was wrong with her answer? “Yes, I want to be treated like a slut.” Riza said. Scar shook his head. “Close, but not what I was looking for.”

It hit Riza then, what he wanted her to call him. “Yes, sir, I want to be treated like a slut.” The words felt unnatural coming out of Riza’s mouth. She set them awkwardly, fumbling the words a bit. There wasn’t any conviction in her voice, and in fact, Riza was a little unsure if this was what she wanted.

“Should I show you what happens sluts who need to be punished?” Scar growled. Riza felt another moment of trepidation but then she stepped forward and said “yes, sir.”

“Come here.” Scar ordered. Riza walked across the room. She felt goosebumps errupt on her skin and she couldn’t tell if it was the cold or her nerves. Scar took her hand and pulled her into his lap. Her breasts were crushed against her chest by his left knee and back and ass were sticking up obscenely behind her over his right knee. Riza felt more than saw Scar raise his right hand. Riza tensed for the impact, but when the touch came it was feather light, tracing over each cheek, up and down the backs of her thighs, across her lower back. Riza had started to relax before sheremembered that the tattoo and the scars were on full display and she nearly panicked. Scar hushed her and rubbed her back until she calmed down again. It was weirdly peaceful, laying across Scar’s lap while he rubbed her back and ass.

As soon as Riza had fully relaxed, Scar lifted his palm and quickly brought it down dead center on Riza’s ass. Riza was used to pain so she only let out a hiss of air through her teeth. After the smack, Scar left his hand there, rubbing gently. It took Riza longer to relax because she knew as soon as she did the next strike would come. This time Riza gasped at the impact. There was no pause before the next one. Scar spanked Riza quickly and ruthlessly, sometimes hitting the center, sometimes to each check, sometimes hitting her thighs or lower back. Riza was having a hard time keeping still and quiet. When she started to squirm too much, Scar stopped and starting carressing her skin again, only now the skin was red and raw from the spanking, and Scar’s touch sent fire through her nervous system. Riza was gasping for air, her heart pounding in her ears. Scar’s hand dipped between her thigh to touch her slit. “You are a slut, aren’t you? You’re absolutely dripping.”

Riza could barely breath or think. SMACK! Scar’s hand came down on Riza’s already flaming ass.

“Yes, sir, I am a slut.” Riza said as tears pricked in her eyes. Not from the pain or even the humiliation but from the relief. Riza had always known what a slut she was and to hear someone else call her that made her want to sob. She bit her lip instead, because Scar’s hand between her legs had just plunged two fingers into her cunt with almost no warning. Riza could be louder here, there were fewer people and fewer still who knew her well. Riza moaned as Scar started pumping his fingers in side her, slow but deep, fingers crooking on every pass of her g-spot. Riza had never been so aroused in her life, it wasn’t taking much to push her to the edge. Scar pulled his hand out from between Riza’s legs. Riza whined in protest.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” Scar asked. Scar’s hand was resting on Riza’s ass cheek, she could feel her own wetness on his fingers. Riza didn’t know what answer was the one he wanted to hear. Riza had the theory that either way, he was going to spank her again. Riza desperately hoped she was right. “Yes, sir, please make me cum.”

Scar brought his hand down on her ass one last time. “Get on the bed.” He ordered. Riza scrambled off his lap and layed down on the bed. “Face down.” Scar said, standing up to take his clothes off. Riza obeyed, rolling over onto her stomach. The anticipation had Riza trembling. Her pussy was the wettest it had ever been. Scar grabbed her by the hips, pulling them up was one hand and pushing her back on the bed with the other. Scar entered her roughly, his hips meeting the tender skin of her ass with a loud clap. Riza flinched at the pain but at the same time her cunt squeezed down on Scar’s cock. Riza felt her delayed orgasm start almost as soon as Scar started thrusting. Riza pushed her face into the pillow to muffle her scream as she came.

“Does that Colonel know what a huge slut you are? Cumming like a whore with just a taste of my cock?” Scar didn’t slow as he talked. The hand on Riza’s back fisted in her hair, just holding her there. “Although a gets paid, they’re doing a job, you’re just fucking for fun. If it wasn’t me, you’d be fucking someone else, the first warm body you come across.”

With each thrust, Riza felt their hips press together and her tender skin burned. Scar was brushing the head of his cock back and forth across her g-spot, having memorized the exact way to make her fall apart. The hand on her up slipped down and rubbed at her clit. Riza came apart again, the new rush f wetness creating an audible squelching sound in the room. Riza felt like she was going to collapse from the strength of her release, but Scar held her up, fucking her through it all. Riza had never cum twice so close together before, then again she’d never been this aroused before. Suddely, Scar pulled out and let go. Riza collapsed flat onto the bed. Her limbs felt like jellly, she had absolutely no strength. Riza didn’t even turn to look at Scar as he stood over her.

“On your back.” Riza struggled to roll her body over onto her back. When she was on her back again, Scar pushed her legs up and apart until her knees were pressed against Riza’s shoulders. “Don’t move.” Scar ordered. Then he latched onto her cunt, lips forming a seal on her swollen, over-sensitve clit and sucking hard. There was nothing to muffle Riza’s scream. Scar alternating between hard suction, mashing her clit with his tongue, and nibbling with his lips and teeth. It was too much, there was so much pleasure but equal amounts of pain. Scar didn’t stop or slow. He thrust into her with three fingers, an easy feat since she’d just been streched around his cock, pumping them in and out with no consistency in strength, depth or speed. Riza couldn’t get used to the stimulation and each time Scar changed tactics she got pulled roughly away from her orgasm before being brought right to the edge again. Riza found that she was nearly crying from it. Then, the pain of the overstimulation started to fade and pleasure took hold. Riza reached down a hand to fist in Scar’s hair, preventing him from pulling away and teasing her more. Riza had cum twice but she needed to cum again. As soon as her hand was in Scar’s hair, he stopped and pulled away.

“I thought I told you not to move.” Scar said as he looked up at Riza from between her legs, so much like and so unlike the fanatasy she’d had a few weeks before.

“Please.” Riza begged. “Please, I was so close.”

Scar crawled up Riza’s body until his face was hovering millimeters apart from hers. Riza breathed in his every exhale and was looking directly into his eyes. “Is two not enough for you? Dirty girl.” He whispered the last two words directly in Riza’s ear. “If you want me to make you cum, I can make you cum again.” Riza nodded, swallowing hard. They were so close together that when she moved her head their lips brushed in an imitation of a kiss. Scar pulled away and before Riza could react, he’d grabbed each of her wrists with a hand, pressing them against the bed above her head. There was a crackle and the sheets had wrapped around her wrists and hardened, locking Riza in place.

Scar dove back between Riza’s legs, this time he didn’t let up for a second, using everything he had learned about Riza’s body over the weeks of their affair to get Riza to cum as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long before Riza was cumming for a third time. Except Scar didn’t stop. Scar reached up his free hand to pinch Riza’s nipple between his fingernails, sharp and sweet. Riza went off the edge again, cumming for the fouth time before she’d fully recovered from the third. As Riza’s fifth orgasm approached, she started to trash violently on the bed, the pleasure between her legs becoming too much for her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, every muscle was trembling with effort. Riza’s legs kicked, trying to gain traction, though whether it was to move closer or away, Riza didn’t know. Scar held her legs apart, but didn’t otherwise prevent her movements. Riza’s vision went white as she came again, losing track of time and space. All that mattered were the fireworks rikoshaying through her body. Riza was vaguely aware of Scar pulling away and the bonds holding her in place releasing. Riza didn’t care as she slowly fell asleep.

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Riza felt herself starting to wake, but she resisted the call to consciousness as best as she could, fighting to stay asleep. Eventually, it became impossible to to stay under. Riza opened sandy, gritty eyes, blinking in the dim light of the room. It took a moment to place where she was and once she did, Riza pushed herself up and looks around the room. Scar was seated cross legged against the foot of the bed, a book in his hands. He looked up from his book. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

Riza tried to answer but her mouth and throat were so dry that no sound came out. Scar got up and brought her a bottle of water, which Riza immediately chugged. Her whole body was sore but also strangely loose. Her skin stung where her ass met the bed, but Riza was used to pain and was able to easily ignore it. Riza reached up to her hair, feeling the rat’s nest of tangles it had become. Her sweat had dried and now Riza felt sticky. She desperately needed a shower. “What… what time is it?” Riza asked.

“It’s early morning.” Scar said softly. “You slept all night.”

Riza scooted to the edge of the bed and put her bare feet on the cold concrete floor. Riza had come in the evening, not long after dinner. If it was early morning, and Riza could see the sunlight peeking out from behind the curtain, then she’d been here twelve hours, give or take. That was not good. Someone could have noticed that she was missing by now. Roy could have noticed.

Riza stood up on still shaky legs, wrapping the blanket around herself. Scar had already seen everything she had to see, but Riza never kept her confidence post-sex. Her clothes from the night before were clean and folded on the dresser. Riza kept her back to Scar as she got dressed. Riza felt completely and utterly drained, like she was moving through cement. “I think…” Riza said. She paused and cleared her throat. “I think that was a bit much.”

“Ok.” Scar said simply with a shrug.

“Ok.” Riza repeated, nodding. Riza walked to the door and left the room.

No one noticed Riza heading back to her room in the early hours of the morning. Riza managed to get in a shower before breakfast. Riza felt more exhausted than she had the time she’d run the marathon. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t ache. Riza couldn’t sit down without wincing, and despite sleeping longer than she was used to, Riza felt like she would fall asleep if she stayed still for too long. There was no chance for Roy not to notice what an absolute wreck she was. When he suggested Riza take the day off she didn’t even argue.

Riza kept her distance from Scar for a few days, the bone deep exhaustion and fading bruises doing enough to discourage her from a repeat so soon. Scar had done nothing that Riza hadn’t asked for. No, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that Riza couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t ask for it again. It had been a relief to be able to let go, just for a little bit, to let someone else make the decisions. Riza felt her mouth go dry just thinking about how easy it had been for her to submit and let herself be used. And it felt so good to be used like the slut she was. Riza was usually the one doing the using, the men and women she attracted seemed to expect her to be the one giving the orders. It wasn’t long before Riza found herself going back.

After that, there were no more boundaries. Riza let Scar fuck her at every opportunity. And when there wasn’t an opporunity they made them. Riza rode Scar in a storage closet. Scar bent her over a work bench while everyone was at lunch. In the showers after everyone was in bed. Almost every night they met in one of their rooms. Going so long without being caught was starting to make Riza careless. The third time they’d almost been walked in on by Roy, Riza started to get suspicous. Scar had brought Roy up during sex more than once. It had started off occassional and subtle. Whispering in her ear when she was being a little too loud for privacy. “You wouldn’t want him to hear you, would you?” Or else to shame her. “Does he know what a slut you are?” “What would your boss think, seeing you like this?” Each time Scar had brought Roy up Riza had been so caught up in the moment that she’d brushed it off each time. Until the time she couldn’t brush it off anymore.

Scar had come in to her room late in the evening. She’d almost decided that he wasn’t coming and had already gotten ready to sleep. He’d come into the room without knocking and Riza had started getting up to meet him. He had a men’s tie in one hand. He’d silenced her question with a “shhh.” as he wrapped the tie around Riza’s eyes, blocking her vision. “Pretend I’m him.” Scar kissed her, his lips soft and searching. Riza didn’t have to ask who “him” was. There was only one person Scar could be referring too. Riza started to pull away but when she felt two hands cup each side of her face, thumbs stroking, Riza let her eyes fall shut and leaned into the kiss instead.

The kiss was exploratory, expiremental. It was like they were covering new ground, like this was the first kiss and not the hundredth. Scar’s lips brushed against her own, pulling back and retreating before pressing forward again. When Riza felt Scar’s tongue against her lower lip, she opened her mouth underneath his, moving her tongue against his. It was easy for Riza to pretend, her sight being cut off by the tie. The hands left her face and started to work on the buttons of her pajama top. His lips left hers and started to press into her cheek and jaw. Riza’s hands traced up and down firm muscles, hiking up the shirt beneath her hands to feel warm, smooth skin beneath her hands. Riza’s shirt was pulled from her shoulders and she felt herself being walked backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Riza sat on the edge of the bed, breaking contact between her and Scar’s lips for only a moment. Riza let herself be lied back on the bed, a moan escaping her lips as his locked around her nipple. Riza lifted her hips as a pair of hands started to pull her pants and underwear down. Riza let an image form in her mind of Roy shirtless, kneeling over her as he licked her nipple, a teasing smirk on his lips as he reached a hand between her legs. Riza moaned again when his thumb worked its way through her damp curls to flick against Riza’s clit. There was an answering groan before Roy released her nipple and started to kiss down her body. Riza’s hands wound into night black hair.

Roy ate like a starving man. He licked and sucked and nibbled, eager to please and a little sloppy. It was as though every single one of Riza’s repressed fantasies were coming to life. She’d always imagined that Roy would be absolutely desperate for her, that he’d want her as much as she has always wanted him. Riza couldn’t prevent the whimper that left her when she felt a finger press into her. Somehow, with Riza’s vision blocked, everything was so much more intense. Riza was left gasping for air when the fingers inside her curled and twisted. Riza pulled at the hair in her fists. It was so easy for Riza to lose herself in the sensations and the fantasy. Riza’s hands groped at her own breasts, cupping and squeezing. The fingers inside her were curling and twisting and thrusting, the strech and the friction were delicous. The tongue flicking across Riza’s clit was warm and wet and demanding. Her own hands on her breasts were rough, she was too far gone for anything else. Riza couldn’t remember ever feeling so good, the pleasure was rippling along her skin in waves, the coil tightening in her belly. Riza released a breast so she could bit down on the heel of her hand to try to muffle the moans, gasps and whimpers it was getting harder and harder to supress. Riza bit down hard as she came.

As soon as Riza’s orgasm had started, Roy pulled away. He pressed a slick kiss against Riza’s jaw as he pressed inside of her slowly. Riza’s hands fell to the bed and she wrapped them in the bedsheets. Roy gave her a moment to adjust, before he started to thrust smoothly. Every time she let Scar fuck her, it was fast and it was dirty. This time it was slow and sweet. Kisses were pressed into her lips, cheeks, forehead, between thrusts. It was like making love. Riza let herself pretend. She wrapped both arms around Roy’s back, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Roy was being so quiet (to not break the illusion), but Riza knew he’d be vocal. He’d be praising her with every breath, whispering sweet nothings and promises into her ear. Roy reached a hand between them to rub at Riza’s clit. Riza’s back arched off the bed as she pressed closer to Roy. Riza came with a gasp and a choked off cry of Roy’s name on her lips. She felt Roy follow her over the edge a few moments later.

Riza lay on her back, breathing deeply. Without the arousal flooding her system, Riza felt cold and ashamed. Riza was no saint. No, she was a slut, and she’d done so much with so many, but she’d never sunk so low as to pretend she was with someone else before. Hell, she wouldn’t even let herself masturbate to thoughts of her boss. And now she’d pretended she was with him while sleeping with someone else. Riza waited until she heard Scar leabe the room before she pulled the tie off of her eyes, blinking as her vision adjusted to the low lighting. Riza couldn’t pretend anymore.

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Riza wasn’t ready for the conversation she knew she needed to have, so she just put it off and put her worries aside. She let it go whenever Scar brought up Roy when they were fucking (she pretended it didn’t make her as hot as it did). Riza tried to keep their rendevous limited to private spaces as much as possible, but the fact was they were both spontaneous and it wasn’t like their respective rooms offered much privacy anyway. So Riza wasn’t surprised when she found herself, once again, being pressed against a shower stall. Riza pressed back, her hands scraping Scar’s scalp as he licked the water beading down her neck.

Riza had already turned the shower off, but she was still naked and dripping. Riza was the last person in the showers, so they were alone and likely wouldn’t be interupted. “You’re trying to get us caught, aren’t you?” Riza asked. The question was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness to it. Getting found out was not on Riza’s agenda, so she needed to know if it was on Scar’s. Scar licked up the side of Riza’s face to tongue at the curve of her ear. “What do you think your coronol will do if he catches us?” Scar whispered into Riza’s ear. Riza couldn’t help but shiver, goosebumps breaking out across her skin. Scar’s hands were low on Riza’s hips as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

Riza started to pull Scar’s shirt up from where it was tucked into his pants. Her hands traced the trail of hair leading down from Scar’s belly button. Scar’s hands were rough against Riza’s skin, his callouses catching at her still wet skin. His shirt was damp against her skin where he pressed his chest against hers and the drag of the damp fabric on her suddenly stiff and sensitive nipples made Riza’s skin tingle with electric shocks. Riza could feel her pussy starting to drip, having nothing to do with her recent shower or the water still beading on her skin. Scar was still licking and biting her earlobe. He had her pressed against the wall with his strong body and his hands pining her hips. Riza’s body was quickly heating up and she never had much patience for the quiet teasing Scar seemed so fond of. She turned her head to try to catch his lips with hers, at the same time one of her hands snaked between their bodies to try bring herself some relief. Scar’s hand quickly left her hip and caught her hand with his own. “You didn’t answer my question.” Scar said into her ear. “What would he do if he found us?” Riza scoffed and put her hands flat and Scar’s chest to shove him off. She didn’t put much force behind the push though and Scar didn’t even budge. He brought one of Riza’s hands to his mouth and kissed her palm, her wrist. He took a finger into his mouth and sucked on it. “C’mon.” He said. “If you tell me I’ll give you what you want.”

Riza rolled her eyes. She pressed her body back into the wall once again, but Scar immediately pressed forward and filled the space. He bent his hand and started to kiss along Riza’s neck gently. “Do you think he’d be angry? Hurt? Betrayed? Would he confront us?” The hand that wasn’t holding Riza’s wrist slid up to tweak Riza’s nipple. Riza exhaled, trying not to let Scar know how affected she was. Trying to keep the upper hand. Though, Riza could admit at least to herself that she’d lost the upper hand a long time ago. She hadn’t protested, hadn’t even really put up a token resistance. Her only act of defiance was refusing to speak, to entertain this newest fantasy any further. If she opened her mouth Riza couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t give in, or else start begging. Either way, Riza refused.

“Would it break his heart to know you’re fucking me whenever I want? To know what a needy little whore you are?” He tweaked Riza’s nipple again and she swallowed the moan. Riza jerked her chin up in defiance and Scar just laughed, before biting down on her ear, hard. It felt like he had drawn blood, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. “Or.” Scar said, pulling away and licking at the bite, making it sting. “Or do you think he’d stay to watch? Do you think he’d touch himself while I fucked you?” There was another tweak of her nipple and nip at her ear lobe. Riza could feel her arousal dripping down her thigh and Scar hadn’t even touched her. He was barely even teasing her with anything other than his words. He still had an iron grip on one of Riza’s hands. Riza slipped the other between them, this time pressing forward to cup Scar’s erection. Scar groaned but pulled his hips away, until the angle was too awkward and Riza had to stop. “Do you think he’d beg to fuck you next?”

Riza groaned in frustration and arousal. She shook her head back and forth in indecision. She wasn’t the kind of person who liked giving in but Scar made it so appealing. Riza thumped her head back against the shower stall divider. Scar wasn’t likely to budge and Riza felt her resolve weakening. Her eyes flashed to Scar’s, where he was hovering just in front of her face, watchig the battle of emotions waging war within her. “If he caught us together like this, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” Riza exhaled, her eyes fixed on Scar’s which were burning into her very soul. “You wouldn’t even be able to react before he’d snap.” Riza didn’t believe a word of what she was saying but she said it anyway. “He’d burn you to a crisp in an instant for even thinking about laying your hands on me. And then he’d fuck me until all I could remember was him.”

Riza forgot what else she was going to say when Scar pushed his mouth over hers, swallowing anything else she could think about saying. Scar took her other hand in his, pressing both of her arms above her head against the divider. There was a flash of alchemy and Riza found her hands bound above her head. Scar knelt on the still wet floor and hauled one of Riza’s legs over his shoulder. He took his time kissing up her leg before ducking his head to lick at her folds. Scar teased her, licking lightly, the pressure barely there, barely more than a ghost of the heat of his tongue. Most of Riza’s weight was being held by her arms above her head, her remaining leg barely brushing the floor. The ache of her shoulders was a sharp contrast to the pleasant tingles Scar’s teasing tongue sent through her lower body. Riza bit her tongue, they still could be walked in on at any time and the dividers only added an illusion of privacy. Her leg and most of Scar’s body would be visible below them, and there was more than one spot in the large communal showers were Riza was sure they would be on full display from. Riza closed her eyes and pulled at her trapped wrists. Her hips moved against Scar’s tongue but he kept his touch light and teasing.

“Please.” Riza whispered, maybe not even loud enough for Scar to hear her. He heard her though and he stopped teasing, sucking her clit and labia into his mouth all at once. Scar knew how to eat pussy and he didn’t hold back after that. He started to finger her as he licked and sucked her clit. Riza had no way to muffle her moans or gasps of pleasure. Her hands were starting to tingle and go numb from the makeshift bindings but the sensation was quickly lost in the rising waves of pleasure that pushed Riza closer and closer to her peak. She kept herself to a whimper as she came. Scar kissed his way back down her thigh, wiping off the fluids staining his face on her skin before he stood. He pulled his cock out of his pants and lifted Riza by a hand on each of her cheeks. Riza’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct as he lined himself in. Gravity did most of the work for them, Riza being restrained so high on the wall. Riza groaned as he slid home, bumping against her cervix a little painfully before he pulled back and slammed in. Riza leaned down and pressed her forehead against Scar’s shoulder, letting him bounce her up and down on his cock. Riza felt herself tighten on Scar’s cock. She pressed her lips into the crook of Scar’s neck to muffle the noises she could no longer stop herself from making. Riza came again with a sob. Scar kept fucking her through it, despite how over sensitive she was starting to become. The pain had started to shift back into pleasure when Scar came with grunt.

Riza’s legs were tingling and she had a hard time holding up her weight as Scar released her. She sank down onto the floor of the shower to catch her breath. Scar was unusually quick to tuck himself back into his pants, walking around the divider and out of the showers. Riza pushed herself up after a quick breather and turned the shower spray back on to shower for the second time that night.

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Roy had just meant to check in with Riza before bed about their work detail the following day and some materials misorders that needed fixing. Riza was always the last one in and out of the showers, so it made sense to wait to catch her on the way to her room. Only, she’d been in the showers for a while and hadn’t come out. And then Scar had gone in. Roy hadn’t been trying to see anything, he just followed Scar in because he didn’t quite trust the man despite working together. At first, he’d felt justified when he watched Scar walk into Riza’s stall (and he hadn’t meant to see Riza naked but she had been and he was a man, he looked) and push her against the wall. Only, Riza didn’t scream or punch him or push him away. Riza met Scar’s gaze like a challenge, and she’d tangled her hands in his hair when he’d licked a stripe down her neck. Roy was about to turn around and walk away, he was going to look away any minute now. Only, instead he moved around the room, keeping himself out of Riza’s eyeline but giving him a full view of Riza’s naked front pressed against Scar, turning the gray of the fabric darker where her wet body pressed against him.

Roy felt his mouth go dry and he swallowed nervously. Scar dipped his head to whisper something in Riza’s ear. Riza was pushing his shirt up and arching into Scar’s touch. Scar was pushing Riza’s hips against the wall and Roy could see her skin dimple from the tight grip. Riza released Scar’s hair and started to push her hand between their bodies, only for Scar to grab it roughly. Scar whispered something to Riza. She looked annoyed, a little angry, she pushed Scar away but he came right back, pressing her up against the wall. Roy wondered if maybe he should step in then, Riza had just shoved Scar away, but then Scar was kissing Riza’s fingers, sucking one into his mouth, and Roy’s mind went blank. Roy watched Scar kiss Riza’s neck and pinch her nipple, hard. It looked painful. Riza had a stubborn, defiant tilt to her head despite the lust clear in her glazed eyes. Scar bit down on Riza’s ear and Roy could hear her quiet squeak from across the room. Scar was still whispering in Riza’s ear but Roy watched as Scar’s eyes slid away from Riza, to the gap between dividers, making eye contact with Roy. Roy froze, knowing he’d been seen. He knew that in the sweatpants he was wearing, his erection was clearly visible. Scar just winked and whispered something else in Riza’s ear, pinching her nipple and biting her ear again. Scar’s eyes hadn’t left Roy’s except to trace lazily up and down his body. He winked before he pulled back to look at Riza.

Roy couldn’t hear Riza’s words but her voice echoed as she spoke. Whatever she was saying, she was practically crooning the words, a lilt and a purr in her voice. Her voice oozed sex and she was already breathless with arousal despite barely having been touched. Roy would have given almost anything to hear what they were talking about, what was turning Riza on so much that Roy could see the glisten of her inner thighs even from a distance. After she spoke, Scar leaned in and kissed her roughly, pulling up both her hands and alchemizing the stall divider into makeshift handcuffs. They were high enough up on the wall that Riza would have to stand on tiptoes or else let her arms support all of her weight. Scar knelt and pulled one of Riza’s legs over his shoulder, giving Roy a decent view of her pussy for the first time. Her pubic hair was a darker blond than the hair on her head, neatly trimmed with most of her lips fully shaved. She was wet and glistening, her clit was protruding out from its hood, her labia red and swollen. Scar once again made eye contact as he bent his head forward and stretched out his tongue. He wasn’t licking Riza so much as hovering over her with his tongue, and Roy could see the mounting frustration on Riza’s face. His luitenant was so impatient, teasing was probably torture for her. Roy cupped his erection through his sweatpants. The movement did not go unnoticed by Scar, whose eyes had never left him.

Roy watched as Riza’s body sagged, her head bowed in defeat. She was blushing all the way down her neck and chest to the tops of her perfect breasts. She was the picture of shame and regret. Scar finally took his eyes off of Roy as he dove fully into eating Riza out. Roy reached his hand into the wasitband of his sweatpants and cupped his erection. He rubbed at the weeping head with his thumb, eyes fixed on the couple in front of him. Riza started to whimper and moan and Roy could tell she was trying so hard to be quiet but she was still so loud. Roy could only imagine how loud she would be unretrained, with no one to hear. Roy wrapped his hand around his cock and just held it for a moment, squeezing gently. Scar was fingering Riza roughly, her breasts were bouncing as she moved her hips up and down on Scar’s fingers. Riza’s eyes were closed and she was facing forward so she couldn’t see him but Roy had to bite back a moan of his own as he imagined her looking over and seeing him touching himself. Riza whimpered as her whole body tensed up and then shuddered with her release. Scar pulled away from her crotch, looking Roy right in the eyes as he wiped his face off on her thigh. There was no way to disguise what Roy was doing, and he’d long since been caught, so Roy didn’t try to hide it. He started to stroke his cock as Scar watched. Scar’s eyes darkened and he stood, lifting Riza up so her legs were around his waist.

Scar easily bounced Riza up and down on his cock, thrusting to meet her each time. Riza was muttering into Scar’s shoulder, and Roy could hear her moans, gasps, and whimpers as Scar fucked her fast and rough. Riza was naked and restrained, Scar was almost fully clothed and in full control. Roy had to pull down his pants to give himself more freedom to stroke his cock, trying to time his stokes with Scar’s thrusting. Roy was long past guilt or shame at what he was doing. Scar kept shooting him glances, watching as he humped his fist in between shower stalls as he in turn watched Scar fuck Riza. Riza was hiding her face but Roy so wanted to see what she looked like when she came. She was getting louder and louder, pulling Scar in with her bare feet pressed against his ass. Riza screamed when she came a second time. Roy moaned, his eyes almost fluttering closed before he forced them open, not wanting to miss a second of what was happening in front of him. When Roy’s eyes opened fully again they met Scar’s. He was watching Roy now, fully focused on Roy, still fucking Riza like she was little more than a fleshlight. Roy came with a shudder, spilling all over the floor, his sweatpants and his shoes.

A moment later, Scar grunted and gave a few more shallow thrusts before cumming inside Riza. Roy felt the guilt and the shame hit him then, instead of the expected post-orgasmic bliss. He wiped his hand on his pants and pulled them up, glancing at Riza being released and sinking to the ground. He turned and left, Riza would be able to see him as soon as she opened her eyes. Roy didn’t get far before he heard footsteps behind him. Roy walked out to where the campsite met the construction site before turning to wait for the confrontation. He wasn’t sure who had followed him, if it was Scar he was sure they’d fight and be done with it but… Roy didn’t know what he’d do if it was Riza. She hadn’t seen him but surely Scar had told her that he’d been watching afterwards. He didn’t want to imagine how angry she’d be.

It was Scar, not Riza. But he didn’t look angry. He looked amused, a half smile on his face. He stopped a few feet in front of Roy and raised an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Roy didn’t know what to say. An apology, an explanation, a defense? He had none. He wasn’t sorry. He had no idea why he’d stayed, let alone masturbated. There wasn’t any defense, no excuse he could give, nothing to justify his actions. “She’s such an adventurous little slut, isn’t she? She is always wet and willing and ready at the drop of a hat. She’s such a sensitive little toy too, I think if I got her worked up enough I could get her to cum untouched. She’s always horny, Mustang, and there’s nothing she loves more than to cum and nothing she hates more than when I make her beg me for it first.” Roy felt himself start to pant, his blood was rushing south again. “I think there’s very little you couldn’t get her to do. She’s kinkier than I ever would have thought.”

Roy took a deep breath and a half step back. “Why are you telling me this?” Scar laughed, low and deep. He took a step forward, making the difference in height between the two men that much more apparent. Roy was no slouch, he spent more than the required time in the gym and he could generally hold his own. But Scar was broader, his muscles larger and more defined. There was a dangerous grace to his movements that Roy could never hope to match. “I thought you might be interested in watching again.” Scar said. “And I thought you might want to know what she tastes like.” Scar took another step forward and put a hand on Roy’s shoulder. Roy didn’t take much to get the hint, dropping to his knees a little too quickly, a little too eagerly. He pulled Scar’s pants down to his knees and reached a hand out to stroke Scar’s semi erect cock. He hadn’t even wiped off before following after Roy and his length was streaked with clear fluid and white foamy liquid. Roy’s mouth had begun to water just from the smell of sex wafting up from Scar.

Roy took the head of Scar’s cock into his mouth. Roy moaned, feeling it start to harden and grow in his mouth. He could taste Riza, a sour sweet contrast to the bitterness of Scar’s cum still clinging to his cock. Roy worked his tongue, trying to taste as much as he could. As Scar grew to fully erect, Roy had to let more and more of Scar’s cock out of his mouth with each pass. At full length, Roy could only take half of Scar’s cock in his mouth at a time without going too deep and gagging. He made up for the lack with a fist around the base of scar’s cock, pumping in time with each bob of his head. Scar wrapped a hand in Roy’s hair, pulling on it slightly. Roy hallowed his cheeks and sucked, slipping his tongue across Scar’s slit repeatedly. Scar groaned and Roy responded with a moan of his own, palming his renewed erection through his sweatpants. Roy reached up a hand to play with Scar’s balls. Roy had to release his own cock to put all of his focus on Scar’s. Roy could tell the man was getting close with the way his fingers had tigtened in Roy’s hair, the way he was starting to thrust gently, the way his cock was twitching against Roy’s tongue.

“You’re an excellent cock sucker.” Scar said. “But you’re no match for your luitenent. She doesn’t even gag when she deepthroats me. She’ll let me fuck her face as hard and fast as I can.” Scar started to pull Roy’s face closer, urging him to take Scar deeper. Roy tried to relax his throat but every time the head of Scar’s cock bumped the back of Roy’s throat, he gagged and backed up again. “Touch yourself.” Scar ordered. Roy jumped at the command, shoving his hand into his sweatpants and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He jerked himself off quickly, determined to cum with Scar, who was breathing heavily. Roy looked up and met Scar’s eyes, his own closing when he saw the look of pure, taegeted lust on Scar’s face. Roy moaned again and he felt Scar’s cock twitch in his mouth as he started to cum. Roy swallowed quickly, milking Scar’s cock with his tongue. It didn’t take much more to push Roy over the edge, spilling inside his sweatpants and adding the the mess he’d already made of them.

“Let me know if you want to watch again. I’m sure I can set something up.” Scar said. He tucked himself back into his pants and walked away without another wor

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Guilt nagged in the back of Roy’s head but he pushed it away easily enough. It’s not like he made a decision to spy on Riza and Scar. It wasn’t something he’d planned, it had just happened. Riza acted perfectly normally when Roy saw her the next day. Either she didn’t know or she didn’t care, and either way with no harm there was no foul. At least, Roy was able to rationalize things that way. Still, Roy couldn’t get that scene in the showers out of his mind. At inopportune times, Roy would be able to perfectly picture the way Riza had looked naked and dripping wet. The sounds she had made as Scar had fucked her. The taste of the two of them combined as he’d sucked Scar off afterwards. The things Scar had said to him.

Roy knew that Riza’s relationships were none of his business. Everyone knew how he felt about her, but they weren’t an item. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this thing between Riza and Scar had been going on for. Were they just sleeping together or was there something more? Roy could only remember a handful of times he’d seen them talking, mostly recently, and not once had it seemed like there was anything between them. Riza had told him in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t date people she worked with. But there she was fucking Scar in a public shower. And it hadn’t seemed like the first time or a one time thing, either. There was familiarity in the way they had moved together, in the confident way Scar had touched Riza. In the things he had said to Roy while Roy sucked his cock. Riza wouldn’t let just anyone see her naked, not with the deadly secret engraved on her skin. So she clearly trusted Scar. It was none of Roy’s business what their relationship was or how long it had been going on. All he could do was let it go and try not to let the curiosity eat him alive.

Roy watched Riza and Scar over the next few days, trying to see any signs of whatever was between them. They didn’t really talk or interact. Roy caught a shared glance here or there, in line for lunch, crossing paths during work. A few times after these shared glances, they would both slip away one after the other. Roy itched to follow them but suppressed the urge. Still, his imagination provided him with a decent flow of images to occupy his thoughts. During the day there was work to occupy his mind, the physical labor of digging trenches and laying down water and power lines, or putting up the foundations for the first permanent structures in the rebuilt city, and the mental labor of managing the workforce, ordering supplies, and keeping up with paperwork. When one distraction failed he could easily use another. But at night, it was much harder to push his thoughts away.

Roy lay in bed on his back, his arm thrown over his eyes as he let his imagination run wild. He closed his eyes and let himself replay what he’d seen that night in perfect clarity. The way water had dripped off of Riza’s perfect breasts, her tight, toned stomach, her perfectly trimmed pubic hair. The way Scar had pressed her against the wall, his larger body dwarfing hers. He played back every whimper and moan Riza had made and the seductive lilt of her voice when she’d spoken. He remembered the heaviness of Scar’s cock on his tongue, those intense eyes boring into his, staring right into his soul. Roy shivered and rolled onto his side. He was already achingly hard but he kept his hands firmly above the bedsheets. He hadn’t been able to see Riza’s face clearly and Roy desperately needed to know what she looked like when she came. He tried to picture it, the way her face would screw up and then relax, the way her mouth would fall open as she moaned, the way her breath would hitch and stutter. He knew his imagination could never match up with reality.

Roy rolled back onto his back and pressed his palms into his eyes. Roy felt the pressure in his lower belly, the heat and arousal coursing through him. Roy didn’t touch himself though, even though he could feel a wetspot forming from the precum soaking into his boxers. He remembered the rippling muscles in Scar’s back as he’d thrusted into Riza as she let herself hang limply. Roy didn’t need to imagine what Scar would look like naked. He’d seen the man shirtless enough times, he’d had the man’s cock in his mouth. In Roy’s fantasy Scar was as naked as Riza had been. Roy could easily picture the way his buttocks would clench and release as he thrusted up into Riza’s willing cunt. He imagined Riza’s hands digging into Scar’s shoulders as she lifted herself up and down to meet Scar’s thrusts. Roy’s cock was so hard it was painful, he was so aroused, his cock was leaking precum liberally, and still Roy didn’t touch himself. Riza’s eyes would snap open then and she’d turn her head and she’d see Roy standing there watching. Her eyes would widen in surprise, shock. She’d freeze. Scar wouldn’t stop or slow down, though, he’d speed up. Riza would protest, she’d try to push Scar off, try to stop. Roy would just be standing there, watching, as Riza tried and failed to push Scar off of her. Now having been seen, Roy would take the opportunity to get closer, to get a better view. He’d take his own clothes off then, letting Riza see how aroused he was at seeing her being fucked so relentlessly. Scar’s cock would feel so good as he pounded Riza’s pussy that she’d stop struggling, she’d be getting closer and closer to release. Maybe Riza would try to cover herself, try to preserve her modesty, with arms crossed over her chest or hands covering her tits as they bounced.. Maybe she’d hide her face instead as Scar kept fucking her, shame and embarrasment turning her skin a brillanit pink all the way down her chest. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself from cumming on Scar’s cock, even with Roy right there, watching her.

Roy’s cock was twitching in his boxers. Roy continued to play the erotic images in his mind. He felt like he was close to orgasm without even touching himself but there was no way he’d be able to get there without at least a little bit of friction. Roy felt his hips lift from the bed as he bucked, looking for relief. He didn’t give it to himself, his hands fisting in the blankets to prevent him from reaching down a hand to cup himself or jerk himself off. It was sweet torture to get himsefl so worked up and deny himself any sort of relief. It hurt and Roy burned with shame as his fantasies grew more and more graphic. Maybe Scar wouldn’t let Riza cover herself. He’d yank her arms away, binding them like he had in reality. Riza would give up on fighting or protesting then, the pleasure and the embarrasment taking over as she’d go limp. She’d cum at least once more before Scar would groan and cum inside her. Scar would have Roy lick his cum out of Riza’s cunt then and Roy would drop to his knees in an instant and bury his face in her overstimulated cunt. Riza would beg him to stop as he slurped her messy cunt but Roy would bury his face between her legs until she’d beg him to never ever stop.

Or maybe, when Riza opened her eyes and saw him standing there watching, she’d do nothing but smirk and moan, using her incredible core and leg strength to fuck herself even harder on Scar’s cock. Both of them would know that he was there, watching, and they’d do their best to put on a good show, otherwise ignoring him. They would fuck like animals, and Riza would be the one to order him to his knees to clean them both with his tongue.

Roy covered his face with his hands and rolled back onto his side. He let the thoughts run through his mind, torturing himself with thoughts of pure sex but refusing to indulge himself. He didn’t sleep much that night, just like he hadn’t the previous night or any of the following nights. Roy spent his days in a sexual haze, his arousal was nearly constant. A few times he’d let his gaze wander, with both Riza and Scar. Riza either didn’t notice, or was used to it, it wasn’t a new behavior, and Scar would just return the look with a knowing glint in his eye. Roy felt like he was going to go insane but he refused to break down and masturbate, no matter how good it would feel after the days of constant arousal. Roy knew it was only a matter of time before he broke, but he reveled in his self imposed suffering until then.

Roy was imagining the way Riza’s vaginal walls would hug his cock as he fucked her for the first time, the way she’d moan as he sunk into her. Only, that moan was not in his head. Roy pressed his ear to the wall, knowing Riza’s room was just on the other side. He could hear the faint squeak of the mattress moving. There was another soft moan. It didn’t take much for a new image to take over Roy’s imagination. Riza, on her back, as Scar draped his body over hers, fucking her. The couple he’d conjured in his head were in missionairy but there wasn’t anything biblical, or vanilla, about what they were doing. Riza’s hands and feet were secured to the bedposts and Scar’s hand was on Riza’s throat. The moans coming from next door were very soft, almost inaudible, but Roy had used his alchemy to sound proof the walls, so he could only imagine how loud Riza had to be moaning for it to filter through the walls. He really had to strain his hearing to catch anything, and apart from a creak or a moan every couple minutes, there was just silence. Still, where reality was lacking, Roy made up for with imagination. Roy couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached down and rubbed lightly over the fabric of his boxers. They were damp with precum, Roy had been hard for over an hour. Even just that little touch felt far too good. He whimpered and pulled his hand away again to press his ear harder against the wall.

The sounds leaking through the wall were getting louder and more frequent. Riza was losing control again, letting herself get too loud. Roy treasured every sound that filtered through the walls and vowed to undo the sound proofing he’d put up on that wall. There was a cut off scream and then silence. Roy pulled away from the wall in mild disappointment. He pushed his boxers down to his ankles, keeping under the blankets and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. He ran his fingers along the ridge just below the head of his cock, and then teased his fingers up and down his length. He lowered his hand and cupped his balls, rolling them around his sac, before moving his hand lower, pushing at the sensitive skin behind his balls and rubbing around the edge of his hole gently. Roy whimpered at the gentle pressure, his cock twitching and more precum dripping down to join the quickly expanding pool on his stomach. It had been over a week since Roy had last touched himself, and he’d been aroused almost continuouesly in the meantime. Roy was desperate to cum but he kept teasing himself instead, drawing things out as much as he could.

The door to Roy’s room opened and shut quickly. Roy easily identified the shadow in the doorway as Scar. Roy’s hand stopped moving but he didn’t pull it away. With the way that his legs were spread as wide as they would go, with the way he’d shucked the blankets, so only the thin, military issue sheet was covering him, there was no hiding what he’d been doing. Scar’s eyes traced Roy’s form in the bed. His erect cock was resting on his stomach, his legs were spread, his hair a sweaty mess. The sheets were damp with sweat and precum, and drawn so tightly on his body that there was less than noting left to the imagination. “Keep going.” Scar said as he stepped into the room. Roy’s finger started circling his hole once again, his wrist brushing over the head of his cock on every pass. Roy whimpered as he pressed in with his fingers. Penetration wasn’t an option, not without lube, but it seemed like his body didn’t care as his hole started to open up around Roy’s fingers, the tip of his middle finger starting the sink in.

Scar walked into the room and knelt on the edge of Roy’s bed between his spread legs. Roy spread them even further somehow. He pulled his fingers away from his ass and wrapped them around his weeping cock, starting to jerk himself off slowly. The glide was smooth, his precum being more than sufficient lube. Scar reached out and pulled the sheet back from Roy’s body, slowly revealing it to Scar’s eyes. Roy slept in only his boxers no matter the weather, so he was soon completely naked under Scar’s gaze. Roy’s hips bucked, fucking into his hand as Scar left the sheet folded down over Roy’s knees. “Every time I fuck her, it’s like fucking a virgin. With how easy she is, I thought she’d be loose, most sluts are, but every time it almost seems like I won’t fit. She gets so wet that it makes it easy though.” Scar’s voice was low and deep, almost a growl. Roy felt his balls tighten as the coil in his belly prepared to snap. He pulled his hand off his cock with a sob. Scar’s eyes were fixed on Roy’s crotch as he spoke, where Roy’s cock was twitching and jerking like it had a mind of its own, like it was protesting the denied orgasm. Scar kept going. “She’s no delicate flower, either. She likes it rough and dirty, like the whore she is. I can barely keep up with her. She’s used to being in control, expects it, but she’s learning. She’s stubborn but she’s learning.” Roy’s impending orgasm had faded. He reached down a hand to jerk himself off again. His feet pressed against the bed for leverage, and he dragged the fingers of his other hand through the puddle of precum, then reached it down between his legs to rub at his ring again, this time using his precum as lube to press a finger inside. Roy was having a hard time keeping his whimpers and moans to a minimum, remembering how Riza’s could be heard through the thin walls.

“Riza’s a slut, through and through. I fucked her three times today. She’s far more woman than one man can handle. She’d let you fuck her, you know. I can tell she wants it. And like a proper slut, she never says no. Not that she wants to.” Scar’s eyes flicked up to Roy’s face and Roy couldn’t help but let his eyes fall closed. The pressure was building again, the pleasure making Roy’s toes curl and muscles spasm. Roy had to stop moving his hand to keep himself from falling over the edge, squeezing his base tightly. “Though maybe I won’t let you fuck her. Maybe I’ll just make you watch instead.” Roy moaned, his cock twitching in his hand. Roy started to stroke it again, edging himself under Scar’s watchful gaze. Roy started to thrust the finger that had been resting in his asshole. It burned, his precum wasn’t enough lube to really ease the drag of skin on sensitive skin, but the pain just brought Roy closer to the edge. He pushed another finger into his asshole, the sudden shock of pain pushing Roy over the edge. His cock spurted cum across his belly and chest as his hole clenched down on his fingers. Roy’s whole body jerked with the strength of his release. His whole body hummed with pleasure as he collapsed bonelessly back onto his bed.

Scar scooted closer on his knees to Roy’s prone form. He bent down and started to lick the cum off of Roy’s chest, laving it over Roy’s nipples as he went. Roy watched, too exhausted to react, as Scar dipped his tongue into Roy’s belly button. When the only cum left on Roy’s body were the stubborn traces clinging to his chest and pubic hair, Scar pushed himself back into a kneeling position. He crawled over Roy’s body and pushed their mouths together. Roy tilted his head and opened his mouth obediantly. Scar pushed a mouthful of Roy’s cum into his mouth with his tongue. Roy moaned again and swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as the cum slid down his throat. Roy’s body was starting to heat with arousal again, though it would be a minute before he would be able to get it up again.

“Do you want to watch again?” Scar asked, looking into Roy’s eyes.

Roy swallowed again, savoring the bitter, salty, sweetness of his own cum. “More than anything.” He said with only a moment of hesitation.

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Riza walked into her room after breakfast on her day off to find that one of the walls of her bedroom had been replaced by a full wall sized mirror. It was fairly easy to figure out exactly what had happened. Turning a regular wall into a mirror would be an easy enough feat for a skilled alchemist. Her suspiscions were immediately confirmed when Riza shut the door to reveal Scar leaning casually against the wall behind the door. Riza nodded to the mirror. “You don’t even ask?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll put back to normal.” Scar promised. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked right at home in Riza’s room. She didn’t know how long he’d been waiting for her, he hadn’t been to breakfast in the mess hall. Scar was facing Riza but his back was to the mirror. Riza’s eyes traced over the smooth lines of his sculpted back and his well muscled ass in the mirror before flicking them back to his face. Riza had planned on taking a nap as soon as she got back to her room but her body was already starting to heat up with arousal. It was like a Pavlovian response to Scar, anytime he was around, Riza started to get unbearably horny. Riza made up her mind in an instant, closing the distance between them and pushing Scar back against the wall. He went willingly, leaning down to meet Riza’s demanding, hungry kiss. Their kiss was rough and messy, each of them fighting for dominance, for control. Scar’s hands came down to pull Riza closer by her hips as Riza’s tangled in his hair. Riza forced her tongue into Scar’s mouth, battling with his. Scar bent his knees and leaned back against the wall, ceding the upper hand to Riza for the time being.

Scar’s hands slipped from Riza’s hips to her waist, each hand cupping an ass cheek. He squeezed and kneeded her sensitive skin, pulling her cheeks up and apart, as Riza dominated his mouth with her tongue. Riza moaned into Scar’s mouth as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Riza pulled Scar’s shirt up and over his head. They seperated for only a moment, just long enough for Riza to get the pesky clothing out of the way. She starting to kiss an nibble along the side of Scar’s jawline and neck. Scar’s fingers found the buttons of her shirt and he started to deftly undo them one handed. The other was stroking up and down the backs of Riza’s thighs. Riza shrugged off the shirt. Scar started to pull her pants down her legs and when they were below her knees, Riza kicked them off. Scar’s hands returned to her ass, pulling her plain white panties into the crack of her ass for more direct skin access. Scar’s knees bent a bit more. Riza let out a very undignified squeak when Scar grabbed her thighs underneath the curve of her ass and lifted her up suddenly, with no warning. Riza’s legs lifted and wrapped around Scar’s waist instictively. He only carried her a few steps before dropping her to the floor in front of the mirror. Scar spun her around, pulled her panties down, and then pulled Riza flush against his body, placing a hand possessively on her stomach, while the other cupped her breast, fingers rolling her nipple. Riza’s eyes met her own in the mirror. Her face was flushed, the blush starting to spread down her neck and chest. Her breasts were wobbling with her heavy breathing. Her skin, tanned from days in the sun doing manual labor, was pale compared to the warm brown of Scar’s skin. His hand looked huge splayed across her belly, her somewhat smaller breast was dwarfed by the one cupping it. Scar was almost tall enough to put his head on the top of hers, but instead he had ducked it to rest on her shoulder. They stood, frozen for a minute, staring at their reflections in the mirror.

Riza wasn’t quite dripping yet, but she could see the dampness clinging to the shaved lips of her sex and starting to moisten and darken the blond curls of her mound. Scar’s hand started to trail downward, so slowly and teasingly, taking an eternity to move from her belly button to cup her mound and pussy.Riza widened her stance almost unconsciously as Scar’s hand slid between her thighs to cup and rub at her pussy. Riza’s head fell back onto Scar’s shoulder, a whimper turning into a low moan of pleasure. Riza watched as Scar pulled her skin up, and using two fingers, spread her lips apart. Riza could see the folds hidden within her outer labia, her clit poking out between them. Scar held her lips apart with his ring and pointer finger, bringing the middle finger up to circle her clit. Riza’s hips bucked involuntarily at the sparks of pleasure that shot up her spine. Scar pinched her nipple as he circled her clit slowly, teasing once again. Riza reached one arm back and wrapped it around the back of Scar’s neck to ancor herself, the other finding her free breast. Scar had his eyes fixed on the two of them in the mirror, but hut he had started to lick and suck on her neck, on the scar there. Riza leaned almost her full weight back against Scar, flicking her finger back forth across her nipple so that her fingernail scrapped against it with every pass. Riza could feel the heat and the pressure and the pleasure build, but Scar was moving his finger so slowly that Riza just couldn’t get there. She huffed in frustration.

“Please.” Riza said. Each time Scar made her beg it got a little but easier, it felt a little more natural. “Please, I need to cum.” Scar’s hand squeezed Riza’s breast hard. His finger started circling Riza’s clit faster, making her knees buckle. Scar was already supporting most of Riza’s weight, so Riza was able to stay on her feet. Being able to see how skillfully Scar manipulated her body watching his fingers pinch and tug her nipple, seeing the other hand spread her lips obscenely and circle around her clit made everything feel more intense. The coil in Riza’s belly was tightening so quickly and she was close. Riza’s eyes met Scar’s in the mirror and Riza’s world shattered. It was hard to stay on her feet as her orgasm raged through her body, every nerve ending felt like it had caught fire, her muscles were twitching and firing uncontrollably. Scar held her up with a hand around her waist, as his other hand cupped her sex, providing firm pressure to ease her through her orgasm.

A s Riza was recovering, Scar pulled away and pulled his pants off. “Put your hands on the mirror and bend over.” Riza hurried to comply, but was shocked when a hard smack landed on her bare ass. “What do you say when your Colonel gives you an order?” Scar asked, spanking her ass again. “I’m only going to ask one more time. Put your hands on the mirror and bend over.”

“Yes, sir.” Riza said, feeling hot and prickly and ashamed as her arousal started to bead down her leg. Her skin was still tingling where Scar had spanked her. Riza bowed her head in shame, though it didn’t cool down the reignighted fire in her loins. She put both of her hands on the mirror and scooted back so she could bend over, presenting her ass to Scar. Riza didn’t know if he was planning on spanking her again. Riza didn’t even know if she wanted him too. The moment hung in limbo, Riza shivered as she waited, unsure what was coming next but almost trembling from the anticipation. Scar used his foot to nudge her legs into a wider stance. Scar barely took the time to line up before he shoved his cock into Riza’s pussy. At the moment he bottomed out, a hard slap landed on Riza’s lower back, at the swell of her ass. Riza held herself steady with the palms pressed against the mirror, managing, just barely, to not have her head shoved into the glass. Scar started thrusting, each thrust forward hard and fast, but each retreat slow and agonizing. Each thrust was accompanied by a hard slap on her ass, the pain making her pussy clench down on the invading cock. Riza bit her lip to keep quiet, but she couldn’t help the litany of moans, whimpers, and squeals that filled the room.

Scar’s hands were on Riza’s hips, occasionally pulling Riza back to meet his thrusts. Riza couldn’t meet her own eyes in the mirror. She kept her head down, watching the sliver of Scar’s cock that she could see disappear into her again and again. “Harder, sir.” Riza whispered. “Please, sir, fuck me harder. Faster.” Scar growled, spank ing her again, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so she was looking at her face. She watched as her own face contorted in a combination of pleasure in pain. Her eyes were clouded with lust and Riza was too far gone to think clearly. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. Her mouth fell open every time Scar bottomed out, his balls smacking against her clit and sending a zing of pleasure up her spine. Riza’s lips were wet, red and swollen. Scar was watching her face intently in the mirror and when Riza’s eyes met his, she felt her legs buckle, Scar’s hand on her hip helping to keep her standing. Riza’s breasts were jiggling with each movement, her nipples so hard they hurt . Riza’s pussy was clenching down on Scar’s cock as he fucked her as fast and hard as he could. The hand in her hair rightened, pulling her head back until her back was bent at a painful angle. The hand on her hip slid down until Scar’s finger could circle Riza’s clit. That was all it took for Riza to cum, her entire body jerking and twitching with the force of her orgasm. Riza forced herself to keep her eyes open, watching as her face contorted in pained pleasure, the way her mouth gaped as she moaned, the way Scar’s face tightened as Riza’s spasming cunt pulled him over the edge too.

Scar fucked Riza through their shared orgasm. When they were both far too oversensitive to keep going, Scar pulled out and helped Riza lower herself onto the floor. Riza rolled over onto her back on the floor, exhausted. She was still tingling with pleasure, little sparks zinging through her body, her pussy still spasming every so often. She turned her head and looked into the mirror. Her hair was an absolute mess, her body gleened with sweat. Her neck was covered in hickies, there was a large bite mark on her cheek she didn’t remember getting. Her lips were swollen and she’d bitten them trying to keep quite. Riza raised the knee further from the mirror and turned the closer one to the side so she could see her pussy. Her lips were red and swollen, her clit still peeking out from between them and its hood. There was a steady trickle of cum seeping from her stretched hole. Riza looked the very picture of a slut. A whore. Riza could see her pulse raising in the veins on her neck. Her breasts wobbled with her heavy breathing. Riza reached out a hand and touched the mirror, not noticing that there was no gap between her fingers and the reflection. T

he other hand trailed down her stomach slowly until she was running her fingers through the trail of cum dripping from her cunt. Riza scooped up the escaping cum with her fingers and brought it up, spreading it up and up over her pussy lips, through her slit, rubbing it into her clit. Riza’s hips bucked, chasing the pleasure her fingers brought. She dipped her fingers lower, scooping up another load of cum, this time, she used two fingers to push it back into her pussy, her fingers thrusting slowly, gently. She was sore and sensitive, but something about seeing herself look so utterly debauched made her hesitant to stop. There was still pleasure to be had and Riza had neer been one to deny herself pleasure. Riza’s heartrate increased and she started to breath heavily. Riza couldn’t decide whether to focus on her fingers fucking her oversensitive and slopy pussy or to watch her face. Riza’s legs were shaking, her stomach quivering visibly as she sped up her thrusts, moving her thumb to rub at her clit which was so sensitive it hurt. Riza didn’t stop, though. Her hips started lifting off the floor as she unconsciously started to hump her hand as she fucked herself with it. Riza couldn’t tear herself away, watching as she wreathed around on the ground like a proper slut. Riza put her palm flat against the mirror. All she could do was gasp for air now, and even that wasn’t enough. Riza made eye contact with her reflection in the mirror and just like that she came with a shudder and a high pitched whine. Her hips collapsed back to the floor, the impact on her bruised ass making her body jolt with pain and pleasure, a whimper leaving her lips. Riza pulled her fingers out from between her legs with reluctance.

Scar had been standing over her the entire time as she’d masturbated herself with his cum. Now, he knelt and grabbed Riza by the hip. “Roll over.” Scar said, pulling her body to comply before she could process his words. He turned her so she was on her side, her bruised ass facing the mirror. Scar had only ever spanked her to redness before, but now Riza’s ass and the tops her thighs were covered with bruises only just beginning to darken into red and purple. Riza knew they’d be dark and take weeks to clear up, turning green, orange, yellow and many other colors before they’d fully heal. “I’ll heal these for you as best I can. Bruises are hard to work with.” Scar said. Riza looked at the blooming rainbow on her skin. “No.” She said. “Just leave it.” Scar cupped her ass cheek in his hand, making the throbbing pain of the bruises worse. Scar let her go, got dressed and left the room. Riza rolled over onto her back again, touching the mirror again.

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A few days after Scar had come into Roy’s room, Scar had pulled him aside while they were laying power lines to first permanent buildings. “Be in your room tomorrow morning, right after breakfast.” Scar said in a low tone, a glance to where Riza was standing with her back to them, directing some of the other workers. Roy nodded, following Scar’s eyes. Riza had elected to wear shorts today, and Roy could see the pale skin of her upper thighs every time the fabric rode up as she walked. Roy looked back at Scar and nodded slowly. He glanced back at Riza, who looked over her shoulder at him. She shot him a smile and Roy smiled back.

A t breakfast the next day, Roy had a time behaving normally. She sat with Riza in the mess hall, like most mornings. Roy was flled with anxious anticipation. He couldn’t keep himself from chattering on nervously, and he was sure Riza would notice at any minute. Did she know? She had to know, right? She had to have seen him watching in the showers, she must know about that. She had to know that Roy had removed the sound proofing he’d put on the thin walls so he could hear every moan and whimper, that he pressed himself to the wall and tried to picture her face. What if she didn’t know? Roy didn’t let himself follow that train of thought. It wouldn’t have been productive for him. Roy barely ate and excused himself early. He wanted to beat Riza back to his room. Roy wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but he definitely wasn’t expecting the wall he shared with Riza to have been transformed into a window. No, that wasn’t a window, on closer inspection it was a two-way mirror. Scar was leaning against the wall behind the door, looking into the reflective side of the glass. Even though Roy knew he wouldn’t be visible, that all Scar could see was his own reflection, it was like he was looking right at Roy. Roy walked to his bedroom door and sealed it shut with his alchemy. Then he started to strip off his clothes, getting comfortable. Roy sat on the edge of his bed, facing the mirror.

Roy didn’t have to wait long. Riza walked into her room and stopped dead in the doorway, looking at the mirror, irritation crossing her face. “ You don’t even ask?” She was scowling slighty, but Roy didn’t buy it for a second. He knew Riza like the back of his hand, she wasn’t really irritated or annoyed, or even exasperated. “I’ll put it back to normal.” Scar said.

Roy watched Riza’s expression shift subtly, she was always so expressive it was easy to see what she was thinking. Then, determination took hold and she strode across the room purposefully, pushing Scar back against the wall. Roy knew how strong Riza was, her body strength could rival a man twice her size and she was able to easily push Scar against the wall. Not that he resisted, no he let himself be shoved, leaning down so that Riza didn’t have to stretch to capture his lips with hers. Their kiss was rough, Roy could see teeth involved as well as lips and tongue. Scar leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs and bending his knees, letting Riza take control. Riza pushed her body forward, between Scar’s leggs, tugging at Scar’s hair insistently. Scar’s hands cupped Riza’s ass through her thin pants. Roy licked his lips. His blood was rushing south, his cock swelling with blood. Roy leaned back on his elbows, his legs spreading minutely.

Riza pulled Scar’s shirt off and started to lick and kiss his neck. Scar unbuttoned Riza’s shirt, his other hand rubbing the distance between the backs of Riza’s knees and the swell of her ass. They broke apart so she could shrug it off and pull off her pants. Riza’s ass was perfect, firm, round, the skin looked so soft and smooth to the touch. Roy The curves of Riza’s body were apparent even from behind, the barest hint of the swell of her breasts, her tight waist honed by years of intensive exercise, the flare of her hips and ass, the gentle slope of her back. Scar’s hands were back on Riza’s ass, pulling the cheecks apart pulling Riza’s panties up into the crack of her ass. Roy could’t stop himself from reaching down touch himself, just runing his fingers up and down the underside of his cock. His cock was resting against his stomach, hard and twitching, precum already leaking down onto his belly. Scar bent his knees further, then in one fluid motion lifted Riza up by her ass. Riza didn’t waste time wrapping her legs around Scar’s waist, only for him to drop her a few steps closer to the mirror. To Roy. Scar spun her around and pulled her flush against him and for the first time, Roy got a clear look at Riza’s breasts. They were small and perky, maybe the size of small apples, but on Riza’s slender frame they looked huge. Roy was generally an excellent judge of bra size, and he’d say she was a 32DD. They were firm and perky, the nipples pale pink and pointed. One of Scar’s hands cupped Riza’s breast, concealing it entirely from Roy’s view. Roy wrapped his fingers around his cock and squeezed softly, before pulling his hand away to focus on the filthy preformance in front of him.

Scar’s hand was splayed on Riza’s belly, the beginnings of a four pack and Riza’s outie belly button showing between his spread fingers. Scar was almost a full head taller than Riza, and as she’d always been more on the petite side, much broader as well. His body seemed to dwarf hers, Riza all soft curves and Scar nothing but hard edges. The hand on Riza’s belly slid down slowly, a smirk apearing on Scar’s face. He was looking in the mirror, but once again Roy felt that Scar could see him watching from the other room. They made eye contact and Roy’s cock jerked, instead of dribbling from his cock precum squirted out across his belly in a facsimle of a true orgasm. Roy felt his toes curl and his muscles go taut for a second.

Scar was resting his head on Riza’s shoulder as he cupped her sex with his hand. Riza spread her legs immediately, pressing her rear into Scar’s crotch as she did so. Riza was panting, her chest heaving. She was already sweating, her hairline damp with sweat. She had her hair up on her head to keep it off her neck. Her cheeks were flushed, the blush spreading down her neck, chest and even across her pale breasts. Scar used his fingers to spread Riza’s labia apart, revealing the dark pink of her inner folds. Roy’s mouth watered as he remembered what Riza had tasted like. He’d happily drink nothing else for the rest of his life. Roy needed a bit of relief. This time he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke it, slowly. Scar was circling Riza’s clit with his finger, her hips were bucking as a whine left her throat. Her hed fell back onto Scar’s shoulder, one hand wrapping around the back of Scar’s neck. She let out a sweet, low moan of pleasure as she collapsed back onto Scar. Her free hand grabbed her own breast, rolling her nipple. Her head was tilted back, her mouth falling open with little gasps, whimpers and moans. Roy never would have imagined that Riza would be this vocal but it was better than anything Roy had imagined before.

And he had imagined. Hundreds of times, in vivid detail, everything he’d ever wanted to do to Riza and everything he’d ever wanted Riza to do to him. Riza’s eyes were half closed, her head lolling across Scar’s shoulder as her shaking legs strugged to hold her up. She looked drunk with pleasure. Every so often she’d bite her lower lip with a whimper, pinching her nipple harder. Roy could see her starting to get frustrated, though, Scar’s finger was moving so slowly that it just wasn’t enough. He was teasing her, shooting little glances into the mirror as he lapped at the scar tissue on her neck, sucking hickies into the skin there. “Please. Please I need to cum.” Riza’s voice was barely above a whisper, Roy could barely make out the words. Scar started to kneed her breast like dough, then pinching and twisting her nipple. The other hand was circling Riza’s clit as fast as he could. Scar looked in the mirror and Roy felt like Scar was looking right through him. He turned his head and bit Riza’s cheek, bruising the skin. Riza moaned, her hips bucking, her knees buckling as she came. Roy tried to hold on, tried to pull his hand away, not wanting te end things so soon, but with a choked cry he was following her over the edge, spilling across his stomach, chest, and hand. Roy didn’t stop stroking himself, though, pain and pleasure mixing together. He wasn’t ready to stop, he couldn’t stop.

There was a trail of clear fluid dripping down Riza’s thigh. Scar stepped away from Riza and stripped naked. This was the first time Roy had seen the other man completely naked. Roy felt his mouth water. He wanted to lick his way across the smooth planes of Scar’s chest. Scar was mostly hairless, and it didn’t look like he’d shaved. Roy wanted to bath Scar’s muscled chest with his tongue. Roy was still stroking his oversensitive cock, it was mostly soft now and was turning an angry red from the continued friction but the pain and the pleasure of it all combined with the erotic display in front of him made him keep going. “Put your hands on the mirror and bend over.” Scar said in a low voice, nosing at the side of Riza’s face where his teeth had left red marks behind. Riza stumbled forward in her haste to comply but she’d barely moved when Scar raised his hand and brought it down hard against Riza’s ass. The clap could be heard through the wall and Riza’s skin rippled with the impact. It was hard enough that Riza had to brace herself to stay on her feet. “What do you say when your colonel gives you an order?” There was another hard slap, this time on the other cheek. Roy’s cock started to grow and harden as Roy’s continued stroking coaxed him into another erection. “I’m only going to ask one more time. Put your hands on the mirror and bend over.” Riza’s head fell, her hair falling in front of her eyes. “Yes sir.” She whispered and put her hands on the mirror, bending over at a right angle.

Scar stood behind Riza and stroked his cock, once again looking right at Roy. Was it really a two way mirror or was Roy just watching through a window and being watched in turn? Scar pushed Riza’s legs further apart, much further than could be comfortable, stepped forward and burried himself in her cunt in one fluid movement. Riza so wet that Roy could hear the squelching as her cunt sucked Scar inside. One hand held Riza by the hips, the other spanked her as hard as possible, alternating between each cheek but making sure to hit the exact same spot each time. He thrust forward hard and fast but drew out slower than Roy thought humanly possible. Roy’s hand moved as fast as his arm could as he stroked his cock up and down, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Roy was focused on the scene playing out in front of him, his frantic stroking not even an afterthought. Riza was crying out with each thrust and each hard slap, her voice growing horse and high pitched as the sounds were ripped from her throat against her knowledge and against her will. Roy released his cock and got off the bed, walking across the room to stand right in front of the mirror before taking up his frantic stroking again. Riza was chewing on her lip, she was having a hard time staying standing and staying still, as Scar used and abused her body. Riza was clearly loving it, her face scrunched in pleasure, Roy could see a steady stream of arousal running down Riza’s thighs. Her breasts were swaying with Scar’s thrusts. Riza had to brace her arms against the mirror to keep herself in place, Scar’s thrusts being more than strong enough to shove her whole body forward. Riza’s back arched and twisted as they fucked.

Roy had to brace himself against the mirror as he felt the pleasure overwhelm his senses, his vision going white as he came for a second time, thick ropes of sticky white cum splashing across the glass and the floor in front of it. Roy didn’t stop his frantic stroking, he just loosened his grip, still chasing the pleasure, drunk on it. “Harder, sir.” Riza bowed her head further, her entire body shuddering. “Please, sir, fuck me harder. Faster.” Scar slappered her ass one last time before grabbing Riza by the hair and yanking her head back until she had no choice but to look into the mirror. Roy felt his cock come alive again when he saw her face. She looked desperate look on her face. Roy put his free hand against the glass, over Riza’s open palm as he kept stroking. Riza’s eyes were pleading, searching for that complete release she was so desperate for. She really was a needy slut, and Roy had no idea how he’d never seen it.

Roy’s earliest fantasies of Riza had been filled with youth and inexperience. He’d have to teach her about her body, about the pleasure it could bring. She’d be unsure, shy, innocent. Over time they’d morphed, transformed. Riza would know exactly what she wanted and she’d know exactly how to get it. She’d have no qualms about taking and taking from Roy, and Roy would be all too happy to give it to her. Never in a million years could Roy have imagined that Riza would look so lewd and shameless, never did he imagine that she’d let herself be debased like this, used and abused. Scar moved his hand down to Riza’s inner thigh and then up to rub her clit as he fucked her. Roy could see from the way Scar’s nostrals were flaring and he was losing his rhythm that Scar was close. He rubbed Riza’s clit and she came with a scream. Scar grunted as he followed behind a moment later, still fucking her through their orgasm. Roy whimpered as he splattered cum across the mirror again, much less than his previous two orgasms had produced. Roy sank to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. He cupped his sensitive and sore deflated cock, still rubbing gently. He heard himself whimper again.

Scar pulled out and helped Riza to the floor when her legs gave out beneath her. Riza lay on her back, facing the mirror. Roy lay on the ground, mirroring the position Riza was in on the other side ofthe mirror. Riza looked completely and wholely defiled, her hair tangled and sweaty, her body glistening with sweat. She was still flushed and panting. Roy kept holding his spent cock in his hand, his eyes fixed on Riza as she raised her knee and spread her legs. Roy could see how sticky and wet her thighs and mound were (god was she a squirter? Roy hadn’t seen) as white, frothy cum dribbled out of her cunt. Riza really was unrepentant little nymphomaniac. She had brought a hand down and started to collect the spilling semen on her fingers spreading it up over her swollen labia, rubbing the cum into her clit. She whimpered at what had to be oversensitivity. Roy knew how she felt, he’d started stroking his cock again without noticing, and Roy wondered if he could give himself a friction burn but that didn’t stop him. He didn’t think he could get hard again, not for a third time but it still felt too good not to touch himself. Roy never had much self control and delayed gratification was a constant struggle.

Riza was scooping up the rest of the escaping cum, pushing it back into her pussy, using it as lube as she started to finger fuck herself. Her other hand touched the mirror and Roy mirrored the gesture. Riza’s hips rocked up, thrusting into the air, and Roy’s followed her without a conscious thought. Roy could see her fucking Scar’s cum deeper and deeper into her pussy. Was she on birth control? Could she get pregnant, her belly swelling with Scar’s baby, her breasts growing and filling with milk? Roy could picture it clearly, the way her skin would grow taut and shiny, covered with stretch marks. He shuddered and realized with shock that he was growing hard again. Riza came with a whine, her hips bucking in the air on her hand before dropping to the ground. Riza looked almost disappointed when she pulled her hand out from between her legs. She put her soiled fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. Scar knelt beside her. “Roll over.” He ordered her. Riza struggled to push herself over, so Scar pulled her over until Roy could see the bruises forming on Riza’s ass. They were so much darker than Roy had expected and they would only get worse as time wore on. On Riza’s left ass cheek one of the bruises was a perfectly formed hand print, covering most of Riza’s ass. Roy bit his tongue as he came, his hips thrusting in the air. His cock twitched and jerked like he was cumming, but his first three orgasms had depleted him and only a thin, watery, almost transluscent bead of fluid trickled out.

“I’ll heal these for you as best I can. But bruises are hard to work with.” Scar said softly. Riza shook her head slightly. She was looking at the bruises thoughtfully. “No. Leave them.” Riza said with a soft smile.

Scar got dressed and left the room. Roy lay on the floor of his room, unable to move or think. Riza had rolled over onto her stomach, where she’d fallen asleep almost instantly. Roy could hear her soft snoring. Ten minutes later, Scar walked back into Riza’s room with a clean cloth and a canteen. Roy watched as he cleaned Riza up, used alkahestry to heal the hickies and bite marks across her face and neck. He peeled back the blankets of Riza’s bed and then lifted her from the floor almost effortlessly, placing her on her back on the bed, her head on the pillow. Roy was starting to fall asleep himself, he was sore and tired and spent. Scar then woke Riza, making her chug water. Riza fell back onto the pillows and Scar pulled up the blankets, tucking Riza into bed the way one might tuck in a small child. Roy hadn’t expected to see such gentle tenderness from Scar, not with how brutal he could be when he was fucking her. Scar then cleaned up Riza’s bedroom, both the puddle on the floor and straightening the rest of Riza’s belongings.

Roy watched him walk out of the room, then heard footsteps in the hallway. His door opened and Roy looked behind him to see Scar coming inside and shutting the door behind himself quickly. Roy watched Scar take in the room, the messy bed and stained sheets, the cum splattered two-way mirror, the streaks of cum still staining Roy’s chest and stomach, his red and irritated cock between his legs. Scar raised an eyebrow and smirked at Roy. “I take it you enjoyed the show.”

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Roy couldn’t meet Riza’s eyes the entire rest of the week. Not out of shame or embarrassment, or even guilt. No, Roy couldn’t meet Riza’s eyes because every time he let his gaze linger he could feel his body start to heat up. The last thing he needed was an ill timed and inappropriate erection because he couldn’t get the image of his thoroughly fucked assistant out of his head. But when he was alone, he replayed the images over and over in his head like a well loved film. Scar had gotten rid of the mirror that same day, much to Roy’s disappointment. He’d been hoping that Scar would leave things as they were, that he’d be able to watch again. Instead, it seemed like Scar had resoundproofed the wall as well as getting rid of the mirror, as Roy hadn’t been able to hear anything for days. At least he still had his imagination. It took nearly a week for Riza to sit down without flinching slightly, something Roy was sure anyone who knew her less wouldn’t notice. But Roy noticed. He was very familiar with the way bruises healed on Riza’s body, and he could perfectly imagine the color shifts as the bruise darkened, then started to heal, then fade. Roy was torturing himself, but he didn’t care. Soon, though, his imagination wasn’t enough.

Roy sent a runner to bring Scar to his office well after sundown one evening. It wasn’t much of an office, four walls, a table and a chair, just somewhere to do paperwork and keep the one working phone line. Scar took his sweet time arriving, leaving Roy to twiddle his thumbs and wait as the anxiety nawed at his insides. Roy had no way of knowing how Scar would react so he just had to project confidence. Confidence was key. When Scar arrived, he didn’t look surprised to be summoned, despite Roy having as little to do with him as possible up to that point. No, he looked a little amused, laughing at his own private joke, and Roy had no doubt in his mind that that joke was about him. Or else, that he was the punchline. “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here.” Roy said his practiced opening line, something nuetral, the kind of thing you’d expect your kind of boss to ask after summoning you to a late night meeting. “No.” Scar replied. Roy froze. This wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go. “No? You’re not wondering why I called you so late in the evening to an unscheduled meeting?” Scar just repeated himself. “No.” Roy wasn’t really sure where to go from there. The entire practiced conversation flew out the window. “You want what she got.” Scar continued. Roy had meant to ask about his relationship with Riza, to be a concerned friend and coworker, and to maybe be invited to watch again. But now that Scar said it, Roy realized that it was true. Scar didn’t wait for an answer, he just turned around and locked the door. Roy felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine as his heart rate started to pick up.

Scar turned back to Roy, pinning him down in that intense stare. Roy couldn’t move as he watched Scar stalk forward, with the easy, natural grace of a predator. Roy pushed his chair back from the desk, swallowing hard. Scar stopped a step away. “Take off your clothes.” Scar ordered. Roy was quick to respond with a “yes, sir” before he stood and started to strip off his uniform. He was quick and efficeint with his movements, and soon he was standing completely naked in his office and half hard. The unfinished concrete floor was cold against his feet, but Roy didn’t notice because his body was already heating up with arousal. Scar grabbed Roy by the back of the neck, and Roy went willingly when Scar pushed him over the edge of the desk. Roy waited, hardly daring to breathe, as he heard movement behind and above him. A moment later, Roy felt a cold, slick finger press against his entrance, spreading the lube in slow circles. “I came prepared.” Scar said in answer to Roy’s unasked question. The finger circling his asshole pressed inwards with a steady but constant pressure, until it popped past the ring of muscle. Roy groaned at the intrusion. Scar withdrew his finger, pouring more lube over both his finger and Roy’s hole before pressing in again. Scar’s fingers were long and thick, and it had been a while since Roy had been penetrated by anything other than his own hands. Still, it wasn’t long before Scar was adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Roy enough for his cock. Roy didn’t bother to keep quiet, letting himself cry out every time Scar brushed against his prostate. Scar seemed to be purposefully avoiding Roy’s prostate, carefully working Roy open without giving him the pleasure he was seeking. Roy tilted his hips to force the issue and when he did Scar’s hand stopped moving completely, three fingers buried in Roy’s ass up to the third knuckle.

R oy thunked his head down on the desk until Scar started to move his fingers again. Scar pulled away and there was the sound of the cap of the bottle of lube snapping open again. “Wait!” Roy said suddenly. Scar paused, midway through covering himself in lube, and waited. Roy clapped his hands together and placed them palm down on the desk. The wood warped, wrapping around his wrists and holding him solidly in place. “Ok.” Roy said. Scar stepped forward behind Roy, holding the head of his cock against Roy’s hole and pressing forward inch by inch. Roy’s mouth fell open as he was filled, and Scar wasn’t even all the way inside yet. Three fingers had not been enough to properly stretch Roy for Scar’s cock and there was a burn to accopany the pressure and fullness. Scar had used a lot of lube, so there was hardly any friction. Roy could barely breathe as Scar pulled out only to slam back in, knocking the wind out of Roy’s lungs completely. After that, it was all Roy could do to hang on as Scar pounded into him without restraint or mercy. Roy had done too good of a job on his restraints, he couldn’t move one, let alone clap his hands together to free himself. His hands were starting to lose circulation, but Roy couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Scar was hitting his prostate with every thrust, not when his hand had slid between Roy’s body and the desk to play with his balls and caress his cock. Roy was close, his vision going white with every brush against his prostate.

Scar stopped and pulled out. There was a flash of alchemic energy and Roy found himself released from his bonds. “Roll over.” Scar hadn’t finished speaking before Roy had turned so he was lying on the desk on his back. Roy didn’t need to be told to spread his legs or to scoot down to the edge of the desk. Scar sunk back inside Roy and both men groaned in unison. Scar knew how to fuck and he had Roy seeing stars almost instantly. Roy wasn’t expecting the slap, his head jerking to the side a t the impact. Roy turned his head to meet the challenge on Scar’s face. “Harder.” He begged. He wasn’t talking about Scar fucking him, there wasn’t much harder Scar could go. Roy knew he’d be sore and he didn’t care. This time, the slap came from the other side on the other cheek. The second slap was much harder, hard enough to bruise. Roy groaned and reached down a newly freed hand to stroke himself in time with Scar’s thrusts. “ Again.” All of Roy’s dignity had gone out the window. Scar didn’t draw back his hand for another slap. Instead, when Roy opened his mouth to moan, Scar shoved three fingers into his mouth. Roy obediently started to suck on the fingers that were pumping in and out of his mou th. Roy moaned around those fingers as he came onto his stomach. Scar didn’t last much longer, pulling out to spill on Roy’s chest, his seed mixing with Roy’s.

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It had been far too long since Roy had been properly fucked. It was no wonder why Riza seemed to be absolutely addicted to Scar’s cock, because Roy could see himself developing the same habit. Roy needed another hit and he needed it ASAP. Roy found himself straining to hear through the wall in the evenings, following Riza at a distance to try to catch them at it again. During the workday, he managed to stay mostly focused, but off work sex was about the only thing on his mind. A part of Roy tried to make him feel guilt or shame over it, he’d watched Scar and Riza fuck and at this point Roy was sure Riza didn’t know, and then he’d gone and fucked Scar himself behind her back. Roy didn’t know anything about their relationship, he didn’t know if it was casual and open or serious and exclusive. In the end, though, Roy found it easy to push those feelings down and away. If he let himself be bogged down by guilt, he’d never be able to get anything done.

E very person had a breaking point and Roy’s came nearly a month after he’d watched from behind the two-way mirror and a week and a half after Scar had bent Roy over his desk and fucked the life out of him. Roy watched Riza from across the large fire pit. She was sitting on a bench huddled by the warmth of the fire with a book in hand. Roy watched as Scar approached her, the way her body stiffened and then relaxed as she looked up from her book. She and Scar exchanged a few words and then Riza turned back to her book while Scar walked away. Only, Scar walked around the edge of the firepit until he was standing behind Roy. Riza was oblivious on the other side of the fire, focused on what she was reading. Roy turned his head to look at Scar. “ What is she not in the mood?”

“She’s on her period.” Scar replied easily.

They were more or less alone, a half dozen other people were around the fire but they were all closer to Riza, giving the men the chance to talk alone, without anyone to overhear. Roy felt the anticipation buzz beneath his skin like electricity. “Then you’ll be needing someone else to keep you company tonight.” Roy said evenly. He was anything but calm. Scar gave him an appraising once over, and then gestured with an open palm, an unspoken command of ‘lead the way.’ Roy wasted no time turning and leading the way to his room. As soon as they were through the door, Scar roughly grabbed Roy and pushed him against the door, pressing against him and claiming Roy’s mouth as his own. Roy let himself be manhandled against the door, let Scar grab him by the hair to hold him in place. He returned the kiss as well as he could with his head held in place and his back against the door. After a moment Scar pulled away to whisper in Roy’s ear. “You know.” Scar said, the warmth of his breath ghosting across Roy’s cheek. “This reminds me of the first time I fucked your luitenant.” Roy shivered at the words, at the press of Scar’s body against his own, at the leg slotted between his. Roy felt his eyes close as his mind supplied him with visuals to go along with Scar’s words. “Tell me.” Roy said, turning his head to catch Scar’s lips with his own.

When Scar pulled away again, he pressed his lips to the shell of Roy’s ear. “ She was nervous, but that didn’t last. By the time I had her pressed up against her door she was ready to go.” One of Scar’s hands was wrapped in Roy’s hair but the other held him by the hip. Roy ground down against the leg that was pressed firmly against his erection. Scar bit down on the soft skin of Roy’s neck, causing Roy to lose his rhythm as he shamelessly ground himself against Scar’s thigh. “ She’s so delightfully sensitive, and she makes the cutest sounds when she’s flustered. And she is so easily flustered.” Roy’s head thunked back against the door. God, the sounds Riza made were burned into his brain. “I nearly had her in a puddle at the door.” Roy could sympathize, he felt like melting himself. Scar released Roy’s hip and hair and started to undo his belt one handed. “ When I pulled her belt free I half wanted to spank her with it. It was hard to hold back.” Scar licked the shell of Roy’s ear before stepping back with the belt in hand.

Roy stood, still pressed against the door, as Scar backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were lidded, his breathing heavy as he watched Scar watch him Roy could feel the stickiness of his precum dampening his boxers and he wanted nothing more than to free himself from the confining fabric but instead Roy just waited. “I told her to strip and she just couldn’t help but give me a little show. She loves to be seen.” Roy took a somewhat shaky step away from the door. He could picture the way Riza would move, with her endless grace and undeniable femininity, the casual confidence she’d exude. Roy’s movements were a pale imitation of hers, but he still did his part to fulfill the narrative Scar was spinning, to match his movements to the ones in his head. Scar watched him like a hawk, swinging the belt into his palm. Roy waited in the center of the room, naked, shivering in the cold air. The self consciousness was starting to set in when Scar held out his hand. “I pulled her into my lap.” Roy took the hand and let himself be pulled into Scar’s lap. He could feel how hard Scar was and he didn’t need to be told to grind down against that bulge. “That was all it took for her to cum.” Roy groaned, his eyes shutting as Riza’s face midorgasm was superimposed over everything else.

Scar stood suddenly, easily lifting Roy and tossing him on the bed. Scar dropped a tube of lube onto the bed by Roy’s side. “Even that wasn’t enough for her. She’s insatiable. And she hates to be kept waiting. So, of course, I had to tease her.” Roy found the tube of lube without looking, popping the cap and pouring it over his fingers so he could prep himself. Roy didn’t bother to take his time, rushing his way from one finger to two to three without giving himself time to adjust. “Its easy to tell that Riza’s a woman who’s used to getting what she wants. But no one has ever dared to give her what she needs.” Scar started to strip off his clothes, watching as Roy fingered himself open, using his free hand to pluck and rub his nipples, while his cock leaked onto his stomahc, neglected. “I made her beg me to fuck her. It didn’t take much convincing at all, really, before she was begging for my cock.” Roy could picture it perfectly, the way Riza would flush in shame, the way she’d hesitate, stumble over her words. Or, maybe she wouldn’t hesitate at all, the Riza he’d seen only glimpses of seemed immune to shame. Roy was working three fingers in and out of himself, readying himself for a fourth, when Scar stepped forward. Roy quickly withdrew his hand.

S car sunk into Roy in one fluid motion. Roy groaned, forcing himself not to tighten up at the intrusion. “She was tight and wet beyond belief. Its like she was made to fuck.” Scar groaned as he pulled his hips back. “It didn’t take much to get her close again. She’s so reactive.” Scar stopped pounding into Roy, his thrusts turning shallow, controlled. They didn’t stay that way for long, as Scar started to pound into Roy again, relentlessly. Roy lay on his back, his knees pressed to his shoulders, waiting for his next cue. “That’s when she started to get impatient, and tried to touch herself.” Roy didn’t need any further prompting, his hand snaking between their bodies only to be slapped away and then pinned against the bed, the grip hard enough to bruise. “I didn’t let her.” Scar said with a smirk. “If she was going to cum it was going to be because of my cock.” Roy whimpered as Scar’s well aimed thrusting hit home against his prostate, his eyes rolling up in his head. When the fireworks faded, Roy came back to his senses only to feel Scar’s palm pressing down on his throat. Roy’s eyes snapped to Scar’s as he leaned forward, subtly increasing the pressure on his windpipe. Scar pressed down, cutting off Roy’s air. “ She was so shocked when I started to choke her, she wasn’t expecting it at all.” The only thing keeping Roy from gasping for air was experience. The world was starting to go hazy around the edges, everything narrowed to the sparks zinging through his body and the pressure on his throat. “I can still remember the look on her face. Confusion. Fear. And then… acceptance.” Roy could feel his brain crying out for oxygen, relishing in the high that could only be found on the line between life and death. Scar’s grip tightened even further. “She came, from being choked. I’d never met such a little painslut. At least, not before you.” Roy was moments away from blacking out. Scar’s hips were still snapping into his, fucking him into the mattress, one hand squeezing the life out of him. Scar leaned down and bit down on Roy’s ear, tugging with his teeth. Scar released Roy’s pinned wrist and sid a hand between them to jerk Roy off in time with his thrusts. Roy came with a choked off exhale, Scar releasing the pressure from his throat not a second too soon.

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“Why are we here?” Riza asked, as if she didn’t already know the answer. It was late, nearly midnight, and there was no one at the work sites or in the offices. There really was no question as to why Scar had brought her out here, especially since they hadn’t had sex in weeks. Riza had gotten used to the regular release and she was already on edge. Scar seemed to have a libido to match hers, so doubtless he was as well. She didn’t really mind coming out to the offices, she could be a little louder out here with no chance of being overheard. Riza just didn’t understand why it had to be this office. Roy’s office. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Scar sat himself comfortably in Roy’s chair, put his feet up on Roy’s desk. “Thought about what?” Riza demanded, irritated. Of course, it was all for show. She sat down on the edge on the desk, facing Scar and crossed her legs. “Being bent over this desk like the whore you are.”

Riza felt goosebumps erupt on her skin and she shivered even though it wasn’t cold. Of course that’s what this was. Pandering to Scar’s male ego, this was obviously some form of marking territory, fucking Roy’s girl in his own office. Riza wasn’t sure exactly what rivalry still existed between the two of them, but she didn’t really care either. The sex was good, and that’s all Riza really cared about. She wasn’t dong anything wrong by sleeping with Scar, she wasn’t really cheating, so it was fine. And if the guilt and the shame made things just a little bit better, well, that was Riza’s secret, no one else needed to know. Riza leaned forward, bumping her knee against Scar’s ankle. “ Is that what you’re going to do? Bend me over the desk?” Riza nearly purred the words. “Is that why you wanted me to wear this?” He hadn’t so much as asked her to wear it, merely asked if she’d brought a dress uniform with her to the desert. The one with the knee length pencil skirt and heeled boots, the one she never wore if she could avoid it. Riza only packed it because they’d be in the desert for more than a year and she didn’t want to put it into storage with the rest of her things. Riza had rolled up the waistband of the skirt until it was the miniskirt of Roy’s dreams, showing off her pale, creamy thighs. Riza crossed her legs and leaned back on the desk. Scar swung his feet off the desk and scooted his chair forward, putting himself right in front of Riza. Riza spread her legs to accommodate him, scooting to the edge of the seat. With Riza’s legs spread like that, the pale pink of her silk panties were on prominent display.

F rom her seat on top of the desk, Riza wa s able to look down at Scar in the desk seat. Riza leaned over him and Scar tilted his head up. Riza leaned in until their lips were almost brushing. She licked her lower lip in anticipation, feeling it brush against Scar’s, before she pulled away. Scar rose out of his seat to chase her lips, catching her and drawing her back down with a kiss. Riza parted her lips, teasing Scar’s tongue into her mouth with her own. Scar’s hands grasped her parted thighs, pushing her skirt up even further, rubbing the soft skin of Riza’s inner thighs, making Riza’s body heat with arousal. The kiss was soft, sweet and slow, the kind of kiss shared between two people who have shared dozens, hundreds. Riza’s hands had found their way to Scar’s face, caressing the skin. Scar’ s cheeks were rough with coarse stubble that tickled her skin as they kissed. Riza pulled Scar in, by the knees pressed into his sides. Scar stood, then, for better leverage, the hands on Riza’s thighs drawing up her sides to pull the clip out of her hair, letting her blonde locks fall free. Scar tossed the clip away somewhere and threaded his fingers through Riza’s hair, running his fingernails along her scalp while he sucked on her bottom lip. Riza shivered in pleasure and pulled back, licking her lips.

Scar grinned at Riza before falling to one knee. He slipped both hands into the waistband of her panties. Riza braced herself with both hands on the edge of the desk and lifted her hips so that he could slide them down her thighs and discard them on the floor under the desk. Riza spread her legs, putting both feet up on the edge of the desk. Scar leaned in and inhaled, breathing in her musk. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her center firmly, licking from her hole to her clit and back down again. Riza sighed, her legs spreading just a bit more until Riza could feel the stretch of her muscles pushed beyond their limits. Scar sucked her clit between his lips, sucking on it like it was a cock, then teasing it with the hard point of his tongue. Riza couldn’t help the quiet sighs and moans of pleasure falling from her lips. No one was here, she didn’t have to keep quiet the way she did over in the dorms or the showers, or while at work. Riza wrapped her hand in Scar’s hair, encouraging him. Scar knew her body well, knew exactly when the stimulation to her clit wasn’t enough, and he slid a finger inside her, crooking it just right to press against her g-spot with every thrust. Riza cried out, tugging on Scar’s hair, scooting forward so her ass was hanging off the edge of the desk. A second finger joined the first, while Scar still focused his tongue on Riza’s clit. Riza’s breathing was labored, her legs were starting to shake. It was an effort to keep still. The way Scar massaged her clit with his tongue then slirped it into his mouth to suck, the fingers twisting and curling inside her. Riza didn’t exactly scream when she came, but her moan was loud enough that anyone in the building would have heard her. Scar’s mouth and fingers slowed as Riza came down. Scar was smirking at her again, the self satisfied one that Riza swore was him laughing at her. Riza pulled him up by hand in his collar and kissed that smirk of his face, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. “ Didn’t someone say something about bending me over the desk?” Riza said when she pulled away.

R iza hopped off the desk onto her feet, Scar crowding her against the desk. “You never answered my question.” Scar said, resting his hands low on Riza’s hips. “Question?” Riza echoed back, tilting her head. “ Have you thought about being bent over this desk and fucked like a whore?” Scar said evenly. “An illicit trist or an afternoon quickie in the office.” Scar’s deep voice was almost a whisper in the quiet room. “Hmmm, maybe once or twice.” Riza said with a casual shrug. She’d thought about it, more than once, but it wasn’t anything she’d ever acted on. She wouldn’t even let herself masturbate to those fantasies, let alone act on them. But she and Scar only worked together on a technical basis, they weren’t really coworkers, he wasn’t in the military. “So how do you want me, sir?” Riza pressed her chest into Scar’s, using the grip on his collar to pull him down for a kiss. “Over the desk, lieutenant.” Riza felt his lips mouth against hers as he spoke. Riza turned around and slowly bent over, her shortened skirt doing nothing the hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear anymore, her ass and pussy on display. “ Put your hands on the desk by your head.” Scar ordered from behind her. Riza heard the rustling of fabric behind her. Riza put her hands palm down on the desk by her head and waited for the crackle of alchemy as Scar reshaped the wood until two cuffs held her wrists securely in place. Scar stepped away for a moment and Riza rose up on her toes and wiggled her ass impatiently. “I’d like to get some sleep at some point tonight.”

Riza looked over her shoulder as Scar returned, running a palm across her ass gently. Her bruises were fully healed now and Riza wondered if he was planning on giving her new ones. His finger slipped between Riza’s lips to rub at her clit and Riza whimpered at the sudden sensation. “I don’t think you want to rush me.” Scar said, playing with her clit with one hand and spreading her cheeks apart with the other. Riza rested her forehead against the cool, smooth wood, biting her lip. She looked back when Scar withdrew and she heard the snap of a bottle opening. Riza flinched when she felt the cool wetness of a lubed finger probing her asshole. “What’re you…” Riza’s words were cut off when Scar pinched her clit hard and slipped his finger into her ass at the same moment. “ Fuck, your tight.” Scar groaned as he wiggled the finger, the fingers on his other hand returning to rubbing her clit gently. Riza had been shocked into silence. She felt full in a new, strange way. The finger gently thrusting in and out of her ass felt strange, but not painful or unpleasant like she’d expected just… like nothing she’d ever felt before. Riza was breathing shallowly, her body confused by the new sensations, further so by the thumb rubbing her clit. Riza’s mouth fell open in a slient moan as her body started to relax and accept the intrusion. When most of the lube had rubbed away, Scar pulled out his finger. Riza knew what was coming, tried to prepare for it, but two fingers was so much more than one had been, and once again she tensed up as the fear and uncertainty overtook the pleasure once again. “Relax.” Scar said, scissoring his fingers. It was easier said than done, but Riza had always been the master of her own body, and she willed her tense muscles to relax, letting herself sink down onto the desk until it was supporting most of her weight.

Scar continued to finger her, the thumb rubbing her clit dipping into her folds to tease her opening and collect arousal before returning to her clit. The fingers buried in her ass were starting to feel pleasurable, the slick drag of Scar’s fingers, the fullness. “Have you never done anal before?” Scar asked, applying more lube to his fingers. Riza shook her head and closed her eyes. “ And here I thought you were the perfect slut. I guess you still have some firsts.” Riza didn’t exactly feel comfortable, but she’d never said no before and she wasn’t exactly sure how. And what Scar was doing felt good and was getting better and better. Riza didn’t even know if she wanted to say no. She moaned, confused, torn, but feeling so, so good. Scar pulled his fingers out and Riza felt herself tense in anticipation of a third finger. Riza’s body adjusted to the thurd finger much more quickly than the second, which in itself was faster than the first. Riza found herself rocking backward and forward to meet Scar’s thrusts. Scar added a fourth finger, and Riza felt more full than she ever had before. “Good girl.” Scar said. “You’re doing so well.” Riza couldn’t help the noise that left her mouth, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. “You like that, do you?” Scar asked. “You like being a good girl for me?” Riza felt her pussy clench down on air, her ass clenching down on Scar’s fingers. He pulled his hand away and Riza felt him line up, the head of his cock pressing into her hole.

“You know.” Scar said, starting to push inside. His cock was so much bigger than his fingers and Riza once again remembered just how big Scar was and she nearly panicked but at the last second remembered it was better to relax. “Last month, I fucked your boss over this desk.”

Riza froze as Scar shoved his way inside her, pushing a finger inside her vagina at the same time he pushed his way inside her ass. Scar groaned at how tight she was, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Riza turned back to try to see Scar’s face, to try to see if he was being serious or if this was just more dirty talk. She couldn’t even budge her hands, the cuffs were tight enough that if she didn’t keep her wrists relaxed her hands would start to go numb. Scar was fucking her ass and fingering her cunt, his thumb circling her clit. It was overwhelming, the fullness and the pleasure, Riza couldn’t think, she could just hold on. “He’s as much of a slut as you are, you know. So eager to please. He tied himself up without me even having to ask.” Riza sobbed, tears were leaking from her eyes from the onslaught of sensation, Riza could barely think it was so intense. She could picture it clearly, Roy bent over the desk in her place. She’d wondered about him, noticed his wondering eyes, but as far as Riza knew, he was exclusively into women. Or at least, she’d thought so. Riza could feel herself getting close and she closed her eyes.

“He begged me to slap him as I fucked him. He’s an excellent fuck, but no one can suck cock like you.” Scar bent over her to purr the last sentence in Riza’s ear. “Still, sometimes its nice to feel someone gag on my cock. He’s always so eager, though, especially when he knows I was just inside you.” Riza wasn’t sure whether it was Scar’s words or the unending pleasure that sent her over the edge. This time Riza really did scream as she came, Scar covering her mouth with his hand a second too late. Scar came with a grunt, pulled over the edge by the vicelike grip of Riza’s ass on his cock as both her holes smapsmed with the force of her orgasm. Riza’s legs buckled and she collapsed face down on the desk. Normally, Riza was able to fall asleep moments after sex, usually while Scar was midaftercare, but something told her that Scar was telling the truth and Riza had questions she needed answers to.

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Scar stayed inside her until he was fully soft before pulling out with a groan. Riza’s entire body was tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm but her hands were starting to lose circulation from the wood wrapped around her wrists. She rotated them and flexed her fingers, waiting for Scar to untie her. He stood behind her, holding her cheeeks apart with both hands to watch the cum drip from her hole. Riza tugged at her bound wrists again. “Are you going to untie me?” Riza snapped and she was surprised by the venom in her voice. Riza heard and felt more than saw Scar sit back on Roy’s chair and scoot away from the desk. “I want to make sure you aren’t going to try to hit me first.” Riza scoffed and kicked out with her heeled boot, but Scar had scooted just out of her reach. “Why do you have to be such an asshole sometimes?” Riza asked, not really expecting an answer. “I thought you liked that.” Scar said. Riza kicked backwards again, even though she knew she couldn’t reach him. “ I’ll let you go, but first, say whatever you’re going to say.”

Riza groaned in frustration and hit her forehead against the desk a couple of times. How the fuck was she supposed to have a serious conversation, tied up and bent over a desk with her ass hanging out and still dripping cum. She was angry, she was frustrated, she was a little hurt, but mostly she was ashamed and somehow… still aroused. Riza twisted her wrists, feeling the wood cutting into her skin, not enough to break it, but enough to sting. She turned her head t look at Scar, who had moved to the side to stay in her line of vision. Riza wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. Finally she settled on a simple “what the fuck?” Scar just shrugged. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.” Riza shifted, trying to get comfortable. Riza took a deep breath to gain control of her emotions. Not that she was really sure what those were. “Were you telling the truth?” Riza asked, in a faux-calm voice.

“Yes.” Scar said simply. “You are the better cocksucker by far.”

“That’s not what I meant and you fucking know it.” Riza said, but there was no anger left in her voice or her body. “Can you let me go, please?” Scar nodded, got up and pressed both hands against the wood. It reshaped back to how it had been before, with no signs of transmutation. Scar really was talented, even if he’d never say as much. Riza rubbed at her wrist with one hand and stood up on somewhat shaky legs. As soon as she stood up, she felt the cooling cum start to trickle further down her leg. She pulled her skirt down all the way to her knees and turned to face Scar, leaning against the desk. Scar was sitting in the chair again and the smug smirk that Riza had become so used to was gone, instead Scar was now deadly serious. “So you and Roy…” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement. Scar didn’t answer, just nodded slightly. Riza crossed her arms over her chest and thought about it. It made sense to her somehow, that Scar would be interested in Roy as well. Hell, Scar brought Roy up during sex dozens of times already, and it had only been escalating. The real question was why was Roy interested in Scar? “How did that start?”

“When he walked in on us in the showers.” Scar said. Riza felt her heart freeze in her chest. She felt like she’d had the wind knocked out of her, like she was free falling. “When he…” Riza stopped, she felt like she wasn’t getting enough air to breathe. Riza couldn’t count the number of times they’d had sex in the showers. It was only semi-private, but for the most part it was empty during the day and at night, most people preferring to shower in the morning or early evening. Riza had thought it had been merely coincidence and luck that they hadn’t been caught yet, but maybe she just hadn’t been paying enough attention. “I told you he’d stay to watch.” Scar said. Riza tried to slow her breathing but she could feel herself starting to panic. Riza sat down on the desk on clenched her hands into fists on her lap.

“He couldn’t help but touch himself as he watched us.” Scar said and his voice was echoing in Riza’s ears. “He ran out as soon as we finished, but I followed him out. He wanted to know what you tasted like so he got onto his knees in the middle of the construction zone. That was the first time.”

Riza was the master of her own body, she was in control, she was not about to have a panic attack or break down in front of her sometimes (often) hook-up. Riza looked up and met Scar’s gaze. He was watching her, eyes soft, curious, and a little worried. “Ok.” Riza said after a minute. “Ok. You can fuck whoever you want. We aren’t a thing. I don’t care.” She did care. Riza was angry, at the intrusion of privacy and lack of concern, she was irritated because clearly this whole thing had been orchastrated, maybe from the beginning, and she was jealous. Insanely jealous. Though she couldn’t be sure who she was jealous of. She’d wanted Roy for… a long time. He was her number one forbidden fantasy, always there but just out of reach. But this thing with Scar, whatever it was, was Riza’s longest relationship by a huge margin. They’d only been fucking for a few months at this point, but Riza tended to stick to one night stands, she usually ended up ghosting anyone she tried to see more than once, intentially or otherwise. The only person Riza was sure she had feelings for was Roy, and that was a non-option.

Riza’s anxiety was starting to calm down, she could breathe a little easier. Roy had known about her and Scar, probably for weeks or months and nothing had changed between them. Did that mean Roy wasn’t actually interested in her? Riza had assumed there was at least attraction, if not, dare she say it, love there. Yes, she had always felt that Roy loved her. There had to be a reason why both of them were in their late twenties and neither of them had had a serious relationship yet. They’d been stuck in a will-we won’t-we dance for a decade now. If Roy knew that Riza was fucking Scar, fucking Scar regularly, and nothing had changed between them did that mean that Roy… didn’t care? Didn’t love her? Was he even a little jealous? Or was he just jealous that he had to share her with Scar? “ Does he even care?” Riza said softly. She hadn’t meant to say the words aloud and she wanted to snatch them back as soon as she di d.

“You think because he’s fucking me he doesn’t love you? You’re fucking me and you still love him.” Riza had to concede that Scar had a point. Although, to be honest, while she was a little jealous the issue wasn’t that Roy was fucking Scar. That was something she’d be able to get over even if she and Roy were together, the feelings of jealousy were already fading. Nothing about their relationship had changed when Roy found out she was sleeping with Scar but maybe Roy just wasn’t the jealous type. “Did he say anything?” Riza asked. The serious, worried look on Scar’s face had begun to fade around the time Riza talked herself out of a panic attack. Scar looked contemplative in response to her question and not for the first time Riza needed to know what was going on in his head. The problem was, Scar wasn’t a talker, except when it came to dirty talk. “You can have him whenever you want, you know.” Scar said, completely ignoring her question. “He’s just been waiting for you to make the first move.”

Riza huffed in annoyance. Scar scooted the chair forward until he was directly in front of Riza. He put his hands on Riza’s elbows, her arms were still crossed over her chest. Riza looked away from Scar but he only scooted closer until his face was only a few inches away from Riza’s and filled her whole field of vision. “He asked to watch again.” Scar said. Riza uncrossed her arms and shoved Scar away, the chair rolling halfway across the small office. If Riza was being honest with herself, though, the idea did give her a little bit of a thrill. She’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist, if her habit of semi-public sex was any indication, and the idea of having someone watch her… it was intriguing. Arousing. Then she remembered that Roy had been watching, without her consent, and worse than that, that Scar knew and didn’t tell her.

“I just… Need some time to think. Process.” Riza said, sliding off of the desk and walking to the office door. She unlocked it and pulled it open. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

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Riza got all the way back to her room before she realized she’d left her favorite pair of panties and her hair clip in the office. Riza was tired and a little sore and she didn’t really feel like going back. She took her uniform off and crawled into bed still naked and soiled, falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next day Riza ignored Scar’s existence completely. Not that she spent that much time ackowledging his pressence in the first place. He only approached her to try to talk to her one time and Riza promptly turned around and walked away. She couldn’t help being cold towards Roy either. He wasn’t guiltless in her mind either. She couldn’t ignore him completely, not in the same way she was ignoring Scar, not without comprimising her job and her work on rebuilding. She knew that Roy knew she was giving him the cold shoulder and she also knew that he at least suspected why. The guilt was written clear across his face every time he refused to look her in the eye when they were talking. Still, he didn’t mention the elephant in the room and if he wasn’t going to bring it up than neither would she. And so they were stuck in limbo, just waiting to see which way the other shoe would drop. As a day turned into a few days, and then a week with no changes Riza only got more pissed off. Because now, not only had her privacy been invaded, not only had she been spied on, and manipulated, not only was she now alienating herself from her best friend AND her lover, but she was also frustrated and horny. She’d gotten used to the regular release, the daily sometimes many times daily mind-blowing orgasms of the last few months. It was just her and her fingers now and she had never quite been able to scratch the itch herself.

Something had to change, they couldn’t go on the way they were now, it wasn’t suststainable. Something had to give and Riza would be damned if she would be the first one to break. It took nearly a week and a half for Roy to cave but eventually he did cave, coming to Riza with hat in hand, so to speak. He knocked on Riza’s door late into the evening. They hadn’t spoken except to talk about work for well over a week. Riza strongly considered slamming the door in his face but knew that doing that wpuld get them no where. So she invited him into her room with a jerk of her head. Roy walked into the middle of Riza’s room, turning to face her as she closed the door behind him. Riza crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting for his expplanation, wondering how he was going to try to defend himself. “You left these in my office.” He said to start. He pulled Riza’s panties, now clean and folded, out of his pants pocket as well as the hairclip she’d been wearing. Shhe’d forgotten all about them and immediately moved to snatch them out of his hand.

“I’d start by apologizing, but I’m not sure why exactly what I need to apologize for.” Roy said, putting his hands in his pockets. Riza was unimpressed.

“Don’t you?” Riza said, tossing her now clean panties onto the bed and placing the hairclip gently onto the dresser. Roy gave an annoyed groan.

“That came out wring.” He said. “I don’t want to admit to something you don’t know about and make you even more pissed at me.” Riza narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She walked back over to the door and held it open gesturing to the open door way with hand. “Ok, ok.” Roy said, throwing up his hands in defeat. “I’m sorry for spying on you accidentally and then on purpose. I am sorry for eavesdropping. I am sorry for sleeping with your… boyfriend? I don’t really know what you guys are and it’s killing me not knowing.”

“We aren’t anything right now.” Riza said stiffly. “Ok, you’ve apologized, you can go now.”

“Riza, I thought that maybe we could finally talk about this.” Roy said. Riza scoffed. “This? What this?”

“Us.” Roy said. He took a step forward and put a hand on either of Riza’s shoulders. “You and me. We’ve been dancing around each other and pretending like there isn’t this, this tension between us, and quite frankly Riza I am done pretending. I want you, Riza. And I know that you want me. So why are we denying ourselves?”

Riza shrugged off his hands and walked over to the bed, dropping down onto it. She crossed her legs, one over the other. “What makes you think I still want you?” Riza said but the venom she’d meant to say it with was lost and instead it came out petulant, whining. “Because I can see it in your eyes.” Roy said, putting a hand underneath Riza’s chin. She found herself being drawn to her feet, leaning in and letting herself be kissed. The kiss was slow, gentle and sweet and Riza felt like swooning with it. Then, logic rushed in and Riza pushed Roy away, taking a step back until the backs of her legs hit the bed. “We can’t.”

“Why can’t we?” Roy asked. “You and me, it’s unevitable. We’ve both tried to fight it but I’m sick and tired of fighting, Riza. So give me a damn good reason why we can’t.”

“It’s against the law. I’m your direct subordinate, you’re my boss, it isn’t…”

“When have we ever cared about the law, Riza? We’ve never even abided by the spirit of it, let alone the word. To hell with fraternization. To hell with the laws.” Roy said firmly.

“We work together. Things could get messy...”

“Things have always been messy between us, Riza. And you’ve always been my wekaness and everyone knows it. And you can’t say it’ll be a distraction either because we’re both distracted already.” Riza couldn’t decide if Roy was making sense or talking nonsense. She shook her head in indecision and sat back down on the bed. “Do you have a defense for every possible argument?” Riza asked.

“Maybe not every argument. But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, Riza. And I know you have been to. Roy got down onto his knees in front of Riza, taking both her hands. “Shouldn’t we at least try?”

“I don’t know…” Riza said honestly. She didn’t pull her hands away from where Roy was holding them, thumbs stroking the backs of her knucles gently. “We’ve been friends for so long, I don’t want to lose that.”

“You won’t.” Roy promised sincerely. “I want you, Riza. And I’m done waiting.” When Roy leaned in again, Riza let him kiss her. She wasn’t really kissing back, just letting him mold their lips together, pulling away only to surge forward again. When Riza felt his tongue tease against her lips she opened her mouth and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Roy’s hands left hers and cupped her face instead. Against her will, Riza’s hands found purchase clutching the front of Roy’s shirt, pulling him closer, and oh god she was kissing him back now. Roy was on his knees in front of the bed and Riza was sitting on the edge, leaning over him. One of Riza’s hands found it’s way into Roy’s hair, tugging his head back for a better angle as Riza took control of the kiss. A moan was pulled from her throat as Roy sucked on her tongue.

They stayed locked at the lips as Riza stood, Roy following her lead. Riza pressed herself up against him, Roy pulling her closer by his hands on her hips. Kissing Roy was electric, setting every nerve in her body on fire, she was vibrating from the pleasure of it. It was just a kiss but it was like no kiss Riza had ever had before, it was intoxicating, addictive and better than Riza could have ever imagined. They broke apart so Riza could gasp for air. Roy started nuzzling along her jaw line, pressing kisses into her skin. Riza’s legs were having a hard time holding her up. Riza had both hands buried in Roy’s hair as he started to kiss the side of her neck, pausing every so often to nibble at her skin with his teeth. Riza ran her fingernails along Roy’s scalp before letting go of his hair to start trying to pull his shirt up but he wouldn’t pull away long enough for Riza to pull it off of him.

“We should…” Riza said as Roy started to pull her camisole dawn so he could kiss along her collar bone. “finish talking things out…” Riza managed to get Roy’s shirt off and Riza knew he worked out but that uniform did absolutely nothing for him and she never imagined he’d be so fit. “Yes…” Roy agreed as he pulled the camisole off completely and started to unhook Riza’s bra. “We still need to…” Roy had the bra free and he tossed it behind him, hands immediately moving to cup Riza’s breasts. Riza found herself being tipped back onto the bed, landing on her back. Roy wasted no time in climbing onto the bed on top of her to suck on her nipples, moving from one to the other before kissing down her belly.

Riza helped him shimmy her pants down off her legs, where they joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Riza was having a hard time catching her breath, looking down at where Roy was grinning at her from between her legs. Roy held eye contact as he bent his head down to the apex of her thighs where he inhaled the smell of Riza’s arousal. Riza spread her legs in invitation, even knowing that they still needed to talk, still needed to figure things out. Roy shot her a mischevoius smirk before he flattened his tongue and pressed it against Riza’s critch, right over her black silk panties. Riza let out a whimper. Roy licked her through the material until it was almost sheer from the combination of his saliva and her arousal. Then he gripped the waistband in hes teeth and started to pull her panties down by his teeth. He only got them as far as her knees before he had to pull them the rest of the way off with his hands.

“God, you don’t know how many times I’ve pictured you like this.” Roy said, taking both of Riza’s ankles in hand and running his hands up the backs of her calfs. “Spead out and waiting for me. My fantasies had no hope of living up to the reality.”

“Is pretty words all you’re good for?” Riza asked, her hands finding her breasts, rubbing her nipples with the flat of her palm before rolling them between her fingers. Roy smirked at her and threw both her legs over her shoulders as he lay flat on the bed with his head between her legs. Roy wasted no time teasing her, diving in tongue first between her legs. Roy had always had a silvertongue, and he proved to be just as skilled with it in bed as he was giving a speech. Riza’s legs immediately clamped down around his ears before she squirmed, opening her legs to give him more room to work, only to have the sensations overwhelm her and squeeze her legs shut once more. Everything was so much more intense with Roy than it had been with anyone she’d been with before, except maybe Scar and even then she wasn’t sure…

Riza was fighting to keep her eyes open, to keep herself grounded when she felt like she was flying a thousand miles above the earth. When her orgasm hit her it hit her like a frieght train. Riza lost all sense of reality, all sense of gravity, her vision going white as her body exploded into fireworks. When Riza came back to herself, Roy was resting his head on her stomach and smirking at her. “Do I pass muster, lt.?” Roy said. “You were adequate, coronel.” Riza replied cheekily. “Now come here.”

Roy crawled up Riza’s body, settling in between her spread legs. When Roy kissed her Riza could taste herself on his tongue and it made her moan into his mouth. Riza could feel his hardness against her thigh. He was still wearing pants for some unknowable reason. While Roy turned his attention to leaving hickies across her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, Riza reached between them to try to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. Roy did what he could to help her without taking his attention away from her skin. Eventually Roy had to pull away to shove his pants and boxers down and kick them off the bed. Riza pulled Roy back down for a kiss and now she could feel him, hard and wet, against her inner thigh.

Riza wrapped her legs around Roy’s hips, her arms winding around his neck. Riza broke away from the kiss and flipped them over until Roy was on his back, Riza straddling his thighs. Riza slid down on the bed until her lips were hovering over Roy’s weeping cock. His cock twitched, jumping up to try to meet her lips but Riza pulled back. Roy’s cock was six and a half inches, on the thinner side, and he was circumsized. His cock was flushed and every time Riza teased him by bringing her lips almost touching his cock and pulling away he let out the sexiest little whines from the back of his throat. Eventually, Riza took pity on him and wrapped her lips around his cock and taking him down to the base in one go. She swallowed around him, then hallowed her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could while pulling up. Riza repeated the motion, then pulled back to trace patterns along his cock with the tip of her tongue.

Riza put her all into the blowjob, one hand going to Roy’s balls while the other stroked the base of Roy’s cock. Roy tangled his hands into Riza’s hair, watching her suck him off with a rapturous expression on his face. Their eyes met every so often but Riza frequently had to look away. Her pussy was tingling again and she had to squeeze her legs together to try and get some relief. Riza had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs, though she did appreciate the power it gave her. But somehow the taste of Roy on her tongue, the feel of him in her mouth… it was like nothing she’d experianced before. Except, again, maybe with Scar. And Riza didn’t want to examine that particular thought so she focused her attention on giving Roy as much pleasure as possible.

Roy was moaning, cursing and muttering under his breath about how beautiful and perfect Riza was, about what her mouth felt like on his cock. Soon, he was cursing and praying as Riza refused to relent. “Riza.” He said trying to pull her off his cock. “Riza, stop, I’m going to…” Riza didn’t let up. The sound of her mouth slirping around Roy’s cock was obscene. Riza could feel Roy’s cock throb in her mouth, his orgasm imminent. When he came it was with a choked off cry of her name. Riza started to swallow before the first spurt of cum and continued to swallow around him as he came down her throat. Riza didn’t stop until he was pushing her away with how oversensitive he was becoming. Riza settled herself on Roy’s chest, bare skin against bare skin. “No fair, Riza.” Roy complained. “I at least wanted the chance to fuck you.”

“I don’t have any plans right now. Do you?” Riza said back, kissing Roy instead of waiting for an answer. Riza ran her hands up and down Roy’s chest and stomach. Roy’s hands wrapped around her to knead her ass, occasionally sliding up and down to carress her back. Riza started licking along the side of Roy’s jaw, up to his ear, while Roy left a few more hickies on Riza’s shoulder. “We really… hmm… we really need to talk about…” Riza slid her tongue into Roy’s ear and he broke off with a low groan. Riza had one goal in mind and she was not going to be deterred until it was complete. Riza continued to nibble on Roy’s ear while running her bare foot up and down the inside of Roy’s leg. Riza’s hand found one of Roy’s nipples and she flicked her thumbnail over it until Roy caught her hand with his and brought it to his lips. Roy sucked on her pointer finger, then started kissing up the inside of her wrist. Riza felt movement against her leg as Roy’s cock started to inflate with blood once again.

“Oh, I think someone’s waking up.” Riza said, taking her hand back from Roy so she could wrap it around Roy’s cock, jerking him into a full erection. Riza swung her leg over Roy until she was straddling him again. She settled the length of him against her wet pussy, rocking them together a few times before rising up so she could sink down onto his cock. The both groaned as Roy’s cock filled her cunt. Riza started moving immediately, rocking her hips and feeling Roy fill her. Riza, for the first time in her life, felt truly complete with Roy inside her. This was what she’d been chasing all along. Riza was drunk with it, with the pleasure and the power and the fulfillment. Riza was having a hard time moving so she wasn’t surprised when roy turned them again, putting Riza flat on her back. Roy moved slowly but surely, rockig his hips into hers. It was all Riza could do to hang onto his shoulders. Roy was kissing her cheeks, her foreheard, the sweaty line of her hair, her jaw, anywhere he could reach. And he was filling her so deeply, so completely. Riza was lost in movement and sweat and bare skin on bare skin, in the feel of him over her and in her. Sex had never been like this for Riza not even with Scar. One of Riza’s hands buried itself in Roy’s untidy black hair while the other gripped the sheet. Roy’s hand found hers and they tangled their fingers together. When Riza came it was like being reborn. Her world shatered apart until there was nothing but her and Roy and completeness. She heard Roy follow her over the edge chanting her name, face buried in her hair.

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Being with Roy was as easy as breathing to Riza. Very little of their working relationship changed once they were together and even less of their personal lives changed. The only real difference was them sleeping together and even that felt like a a natural progression of their existing relationship. It had only been a matter of time. They spent their days and their nights together. Every time felt like the first time, like Riza was discovering new parts of herself. Riza had never known how good sex could get. She was still ignoring Scar’s existence, and the double standard of having forgiven Roy but still holding it against Scar.

It took a few days before they finally got around to actually talking. They agreed that their relationship would need to, more or less, be a secret. Neither of them were willing to give up their careers. Riza hadn’t been surprised when Roy told her that he’d always loved her, but she wasn’t exactly ready to say it back, even to herself. Even though it was true. And they set boundaries, rules so they wouldn’t be caught. They tried to define their relationship but there were no words that could fully encompass everything they were to each other, their lifetime of dedication, their unflinching loyalty. They talked late into the night about anything and everything. However there were still some things that bothered Riza…

“So you weren’t even a little bit jealous?” They’d circled around this topic a few times but never addressed it directly. Riza was laying tucked against Roy’s side with her head on his chest. Their legs were tangled together, one of Riza’s hands was playing with the soft, fine black hair on Roy’s chest. “Not even a little bit?”

“Maybe I was a little envious.” Roy said. He was drawing patterns on Riza’s back with a finger as he considered her question. “That he got to touch you and I couldn’t but… even then I…”

“What?” Riza pulled back so she could look at Roy’s face more clearly. He didn’t say anything, just looked up at the ceiling. “What?” Riza said again.

“In all honesty watching you two was the most erotic experience of my life. I guess my only real thought was… disappointment that I couldn’t join in.” Roy said. He turned to look at her and Riza saw that there was color in his cheeks, he was clearly embarrassed. “Quite honestly, I’d like to see it again.”

Riza put her head back down onto Roy’s chest. “I have you now.” Riza said.

“Yeah, that’s true…” They lapsed into silence. Riza was strongly considering going to sleep, her eyelids were heavy and it was hard to keep them open. “So you won’t even consider it?” Roy asked. “Consider what?” Riza replied. Roy didn’t say anything for a long time and Riza was starting to drift off again. “Consider an open relationship.”

Riza sat up. “You want to sleep with other people?” Riza asked. Roy shook his head.

“No… Well maybe. Probably. But that wasn’t what I was getting at. I want to watch you sleep with other people.” Roy said. “Mainly Scar, though if there’s anyone else you have your eye on...”

“Why?” Riza asked. Roy tugged on her shoulder until she lay back down in his arms. When Roy didn’t answer her, Riza asked the questions again. “Why?”

“I guess I never really thought about why…” Roy said, shrugging.

“Well you have to have a reason.” Riza said. “I’m just… trying to wrap my head around this.”

“Seeing you with Scar… It was like I was seeing this whole other side of you. I liked that. I liked seeing you like that. You were… beautiful, primal even.” Roy said. “He brings that out in you.”

“I’m still pissed at him.” Riza said.

“So you are considering it.”

“I didn’t say that. I just said that I’m still pissed. And I’ve yet to hear an apology from him.” Riza sniffed.

“So if you get an apology…”

“I’ll think about it. That’s all.” Riza said, rolling over in the small bed. Roy quickly turned over to spoon her in the slim double bed.

When Roy didn’t bring it up again, Riza assumed that the topic had been closed. She was wrong.

“I made you something.” Roy said, coming up behind Riza and pulling her into his chest.

“Hmm… what did you make me?” Riza said, leaning back onto Roy’s chest.

“Close your eyes.” Roy said.

“Fine.” Riza said.

Riza closed her eyes and held out her hands, waiting. Roy put something in Riza’s hands. It was leather of some kind with metal buckles, cool to the touch. Riza opened her eyes. It was some sort of harness, though Riza couldn’t begin to imagine how she’d put it on. “Ooh, almost forgot the most important part.” Roy said, though by his tone he hadn’t forgotten anything. Roy dropped something into Riza’s hands on top of the harness. Riza immediately recognized it as a dildo and a rather large one at that. “a strap-on…” Riza said, turning the dildo over in her hands. “What you want me to peg you?” Riza said with a raised eyebrow, turning and looking over her shoulder.

“Hmm maybe another time.” Roy said. “I was thinking you should peg Scar. You said you were still pissed and I thought you might want a way to… get your frustrations out.”

“You just want to watch me peg him.” Riza accused with a mock glare.

“Yes, very much so.” Roy pulled her hips tight against his and Riza could feel the effect the conversation was having on him. “Think about it.” Roy said. “Scar spread out beneath you, completely at your mercy.”

Riza thought about it.

She liked the thought.

“Ok…” Riza said. “Go get him.”

Roy pressed a kiss onto the back of her head and left the room. While he was gone, Riza got ready. She braided her hair to keep it off of her face and she changed into her favorite langerie set, black lace on red silk, and put on the harness. Knowing what it was for made it easy to figure out how to put it on. And Riza waited. It didn’t take long for Roy to get back with Scar. Scar had barely stepped through the door when Roy behind him grabbed both his wrists and handcuffed his hands behind his back. Scar’s face was immediately apprehensive as he walked further into the room. Roy closed the door behind them. “I think…” Roy said after he shut the door. “You owe Riza an apology.”

With the handcuffs in the way, Roy had no choice but to rip Scar’s tanktop off, leaving it in shreds on the floor. His pants went next, though it joined the shirt on the floor in one piece. Roy pushed Scar further into the room to the bed. Riza took over from there, pushing Scar back onto the bed where he fell, hands still cuffed behind his back. Roy stepped forward, a pair of pink silk panties in his hand and shoved them into Scar’s mouth, effectively gagging him. Riza looked down at him, naked and half hard, hands tied behind his back and felt a rush of arousal so strong it nearly knocked her off her feet. “How do I…” Riza turned to look at Roy, a bit uncertain now.

“Here.” Roy said, putting a small tube into Riza’s hand. “Start slowly. Stretch him out fully first.” Riza took the tube in her hand and walked over to the bed, looking down at Scar. He was on his side, watching her. Riza tapped his hip with one hand. “Roll over.” She said. Scar rolled onto his stomach, knees coming up underneath him until he was on his hands and knees, or would have been had his hands not been tied behind his back. Riza placed one hand on each of Scar’s cheeks, pulling them apart until she could clearly see his hole. She opened the lube and poured some out onto her fingers.

Riza remembered how Scar had prepared her that one time, so she had a bit of an idea of what to do. Riza had never really spent any time exploring this particular part of any of her lovers before nor had she explored much of herself. She was surprised by how soft and delicate the skin was, and by how clean it was. “Just like that.” Roy said. He was standing behind Riza’s left shoiulder, looking entranced by Riza’s lubed fingers gently circling around Scar’s pucker. Riza watched the flare of Roy’s nostrils as she sank one finger into Scar. Scar was hot, wet and tight around Riza’s finger and she had to turn her focus away from Roy and back to what she was doing. It was almost as if Scar was sucking her finger in as she sank in to the knuckle. “Try and find his prostate.” Roy breathed against Riza’s cheek. Riza started to move her finger, probing blindly. She knew she’d found it when Scar let out a muffled yelp through the improvised gag.

Riza loved the feeling of fingering Scar open like that, feeling him clench down on her fingers when she hit his prostate just right, listening to the muffled, cut off moans. When she could move her finger freely, she applied more lube and added a second finger. Scar went from relaxed to tense in a heartbeat at the added pressure of a second finger. Riza was trying to hit Scar’s prostate with every push of her fingers, then sizzoring them to try to stretch Scar further. It was beautiful watching him open up beneath her fingers, listening to his moans and the sound of Roy’s heavy breathing behind her. Riza had worked her way up to three and then four fingers before she realized she should probably move on to the main event. Riza lubed up the strap on and then wiped her lubed fingers off on the bedsheet.

Riza watched with singleminded focus as she pressed the head of the lifelike strap-on into Scar’s gaping hole. It took almost no pressure at all for Riza to push the head of her cock into Scar. Riza sank into him slowly, listening to the way Scar keened as he was filled, listening to the little moan Roy made once Riza was fully inside Scar. “Roll your hips.” Roy said, putting a hand on either side of Riza’s hips, guiding her movements. Riza watched with fascination how pulled out and then sunk back into Scar slowly. Riza was holding his cheeks apart so she could see better. “Go faster.” Roy breathed into Riza’s ear. Riza started to move her hips in earnest. She wasn’t used to the movement, it used muscles she hadn’t been realizing she’d been neglecting, but there was a sort of inherent knowledge in how to move her hips to fuck Scar, how to angle her cock to hit his prostate. There was no feeling to it, but there was a heady sort of pleasure in the power she felt, in the sounds she was fucking out of Scar, in the wide-eyed stare Roy was giving her as he stepped back to look at the complete picture of Scar on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back as Riza in her red and black lingerie fucked him with a strap-on.

Riza pulled out suddenly. “Turn him over. I want to see his face.” Roy flipped Scar onto his back, uncuffing his hands only to cuff them back together around the headboard of the bed. Scar’s cock was hard and leaking against his belly, his face was flushed, the fabric of his makeshift gag was dark with saliva. He was sweating and Riza could see the occasional tear slip from the corners of his eyelids. Roy helped to pull Scar’s legs apart far enough for her to sink back into him. This way, Riza could see every one of Scar’s microexpressions as she fucked him. Her thighs and hips burned with the effort of movement. “Play with his nipples.” Riza commanded and Roy was quick to obey, walking around the side of the bed to pinch and pull at Scar’s nipples. Scar was mumbling through his gag so Riza reached down and ripped it from Scar’s mouth.

“Please.” Scar begged. “Please… fuck… I need…” Riza shoved the panties back into Scar’s mouth. She decided to take pity on him though and wrapped her hand around his cock, jerking it in time with her movements. It didn’t take long and Scar screamed when he came, audible even through the gag.

Riza pulled out slowly. As she came into herself she realized that her thighs were soaked with her juices and she felt as though she’d run a marathon. Riza was so aroused it almost hurt. She quickly undid the straps of the strapon and stepped out of the harness. She grabbed Roy by the collar and kissed him. “I need you. Now.” Riza said before pulling Roy’s belt off and dropping his pants. Neither of them could wait long enough for any more undressing. Roy dropped his pants and boxers and Riza pulled her panties to the side. Riza was laying on her stomach next to Scar on the double bed, with Roy behind her, holding up her hips with one hand to better the angle. Riza could have sobbed with relief as she felt Roy slide home. His fingers quickly found Riza’s clit and he was working overtime to get Riza to cum as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long to send Riza over the edge, she’d been waiting on it for long enough. Roy didn’t last much longer than her, coming with a wet gasp against Riza’s shoulder. They collapsed into a heap together on the bed. Riza was starting to feel like falling asleep, her eyes were drooping, and she felt utterly satisfied.

There was a groan of annoyance and the sound of handcuffs on a metal bedpost. Riza opened her eyes to see Scar still cuffed to the bed with a pair of her panties shoved in his mouth. “What do you think, should we let him go?” Roy said, his breath tickling her ear. Riza laughed. “I kinda like him like this.” Riza said. “Quiet, controlled. Maybe we should leave him.”

“As much as I’d like that, his hands are gonna fall asleep any minute now. I left those cuffs just a bit too tight.” Roy got the key and released Scar. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and worked his jaw for a minute, then stretched out every muscle in his body like a cat, as well as he could without Riza or Roy moving an inch on the bed anyway. “You could have at least given me a little warning.” Scar complained. Roy and Riza only laughed.

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It was never supposed to have gone this far. It was never supposed to have gone anywhere at all. Scar was an impulsive man, he always had been. He also knew exactly what he liked and he’d never been afraid to go after what he wanted. He also had enough sense to know when something was bad for him. So after the promised day and the long months that followed, Scar tucked that growing attraction and facination away as a lost cause and moved on from the hopeless idea. At first. But he found himself drawn in like a magnent, unable to pull away.

The first time he’d seen her (them, it had always been a them even from the beginning, he wasn’t good enough at lying to himself to delude himself otherwise) was the rainy day in East City, back when he was still on his revenge mission. He’d been surrounded on all sides by soldiers and in her uniform she’d blended into the crowd. Scar had been much more focused on the Flame Alchemist than any of the regular soldiers. That is until the flame alchemist is preparing to snap. Scar was ready for it (if he was honest, he was hoping for it) to go up in a blaze of smoke and fire, reduced to nothing but ash. It was a death that he had only narrowly managed to avoid thanks to his brother’s sacrifice. It was the death he deserved. But instead of the smoke and fire he was waiting for, the nameless, faceless blonde who was always by the flame alchemist’s side stepped out from the crowd and leg swept him, firing off shots so fast that he barely managed to avoid a fatal one. It wasn’t hard to figure out who the woman was. Riza Hawkeye. The flame alchemist’s sadow. Scar added her to his hit list and moved on.

Until that day, under Central.

It was shortly after relocating to ishval to rebuild that he could admit to himself that his facination with both the flame alchemist and the haw’s eye had nothing to do with the war. He’d known from the beginning how attractive they both were, he wasn’t that delusional. What he hadn’t realized was that he was attracted to them. He knew a bad udea when he saw one,

so he did his best to avoid the both of them. But when they were together, he couldn’t help but look. It meant nothing. He wasn’t going to act on it. Until he saw Riza looking back.

So what if she was looking back? It didn’t have to mean anything. She’d clearly already met her soulmate anyway. And Scar knew he was attractive, it made sense that she’d look. And Riza did seem to have a wandering eye. She didn’t discriminate in her gawking either admiring anyone who showed any amount of skin, which was everyone except her. Scar did wonder about that, why she always were thick, dark cloths with high necklines. More than that, he wondered what she looked like underneath them. Roy never seemed to notice that his girlfriend or whatever they were was acting like a horny teenager all the time. Wasn’t he taking care of her needs? Or did she just have a strong libido that Roy couldn’t keep up with? Did he even know how to satisfy her? Scar could give her what she needed. Then it occurred to him. They weren’t actually together. Yet. It was easy enough to see that it was still a yet.

So when Riza caught him looking and instead of being angry or brushing it off decided to put on a little show Scar let himself watch. He wanted to see how far this would go. How far he could push things before Riza balked. The answer: pretty far. The tension between them grew and grew. Scar kept expecting Riza to back down and shut things down but instead she only escalted. Apart from a few days of silence here and there. It was almost like a game to him except that it wasn’t. Because when he saw her standing in the firelight he knew: he had to have her. It didn’t take any convincing for her to lead him to her bed.

Riza kissed the way she fought, determined and bold, as if her life was on the line. At first Riza fought him for control, but when he pressed his knee against her center Riza melted against him. It took a lot to get her to submit, but submit she did. There was a moment after Scar pulled Riza’s belt free where he wanted nothing more than to bend her over his lap and spank her with it. Riza watched the swinging belt with the same quiet fescination. Scar did find it odd that Riza wouldn’t take off her shirt. Was she self conscious? She didn’t seem like it. It was hard to keep the curiosity alive when he had a lapful of half-naked blond grinding against him. A part of Scar kept expecting Riza to change her mind, to back down, to tell him to stop. Instead she let him manhandle her, let him leave bruises along her neck and collarbone, let him fuck her as hard and fast as he could. And she met him thrust for thrust. She even begged him to fuck her.

The entire time they were together, Scar couldn’t keep the flame alchemist off his mind. Riza was clearly the same, shooting little glances to the shared wall every time she got a little too loud. Could he hear them? Was he the jealous type? What would he do if he found out? Riza tried to get a ahnd between them to touch herself but Scar batted her hand away. He was determined to have Riza cum on his cock and only his cock. Was Roy the romantic type, the kind who liked slow, vanilla missionary sex? Or… Scar wrapped a hand around Riza’s throat and put just a little bit of pressure, slowly cutting off Riza’s breathing… was he kinky, experimental? Riza’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and Scar could feel her moan through her throat, though it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear. Riza’s eyes met his, glossy with pleasure, her eyelids fluttering as she tries to keep her eyes open. When Riza came with a faltering gasp of air, Scar released her throat, letting himself focus on his own pleasure instead of hers. Scar couldn’t stop himsefl from biting and sucking little bruises along her skin, marking her. He hoped that he would see them, Scar wanted him to know. Wanted him to know how easy it was to get in Riza’s bed, how soft her lips were, the noise she makes when he sucked on her earlobe, the vice-like grip of her cunt as she came on his cock.

It was supposed to ne a one-time thing. He couldn’t help but wonder how far he could take things? Was Riza adventurous? Would she let him tie her up? Spank her until her ass was rosy red and she couldn’t sit down? It was supposed to be a one time thing but Scar was already planning the next one. And the one after that. Riza avoided him for a week or so, which was about what he’d expected with how repressed she was. She avoided her boss for a few days after as well, something he clearly noticed. Scar knew it was only a matter of time before Riza came to him. He was content to wait it out. Riza only lasted a week.

Whenever he saw Riza with Roy he didn’t feel jealous but he felt something. They had to do a lot of sneaking around as their affair continued because Riza was dead set on keeping it a secret. It was an affair, even if they weren’t sleeping together yet, and while Scar could see that Riza was spiralling in guilt, it only made things better for Scar. He wouldn’t let Riza forget it. Cucking the flame alchemist without his knowledge was great but it was also hollow. So scar wondered how he could catch his attention and what it would take for him to notice. Scar wasn’t sure if he wanted to fight him or fuck him. Probably both. Scar tried to get Roy’s attention but at first he seemed oblivious. So when Scar saw him waiting outside the showers for Riza, he took his chance. He made sure Roy saw him and he made sure Roy followed him.

Riza was just turning the water off and her skin glistened. Scar pressed her against the wall and kissed her. He could see Roy in the aisle way watching intently, barely even blinking. Riza was like putty in his hands. Until he brought up Roy, her not-quit lover who was standing just a few meters away with his hand in his sweats, then she got a bit of an attitude. So, Scar bound her hands to the shower stall and got on his knees, still teasing her. Roy pulled his sweats down to jerk off. Riza went first, but Roy wasn’t far behind her. Watching Roy hump his fist as cum splattered across his shoes was all it took for Scar to cum. Roy pulled his sweats back up and ran. Scar followed him until he stopped and turned around. Scar definitely wanted to fuck him. It took no persuading to get him on his knees too.

Now, he just had to get them in bed together.

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Scar knew he had been building a house of cards but that didn’t stop him not when he knew it would be most beautiful right before it collapsed. Scar had never been one for plans. He acted on what he felt in the moment, in any given moment. Instead, he had vague future goals and a drive to accomplish them. His current goal? Get two of the people he used to hate most in the world into a threesome. So he pushed himself and he pushed them both, trying to get things to fall into place. When they didn’t, Scar knew he needed to push. Just. A. Little. More. Roy wasn’t a problem. It was Riza he needed to work on.

Scar pushed and pressed, but Riza wrote it off as just one of his many kinks. So, Scar decided to be direct. he told her to dress in uniform and meet him in Roy’s office. This place had a lot of good memories for him. Riza in a miniskirt was better than Scar’s imagination. She’d worn pink silk panties that clashed horribly with her blue uniform, yet each glimps of shiny silk only made her more enticing. Riza liked to play coy and innocent but she was far from it. By the time Scar had her panties off she was practically dripping.. For what he had planned, Scar knew he needed to get her as relaxed as possible. He’d always loved eating pussy. After, it was easy enough to caox Riza into position, an echo of how he’d had Roy a few weeks earlier. He didn’t give Riza a chance to change her mind. He pinched her clit hard while pressing a finger into her ass. She tensed up immediately and it was hard to get her relaxed enough to move, let alone take another finger. But she slowly and steadily opened for him, relaxing into a puddle on the desk. Scar lined himself up. He dropped the bombshell right as he pushed inside her. She tensed up immediately in shock and out rage, nearly strangling Scar’s cock. She forced herself to relax enough for Scar to move. She turned her wrists to try to pull free but Scar could feel the sudden rush of wetness on his fingers. Scar fucked her, whispering his dirty secret in her ear until Riza came with a scream.

Scar expected her to be angry. He was ready for it. Riza was absolutely pissed off. But he hadn’t expected the utter dispaer and jealousy as well. When she stormed out, Scar realised that he had gambled and lost. Which was fine. He wasn’t the sort of person who got attached easily, not anymore. There was no envy when he saw them in their pre-marital bliss. There was no sadness or lonelyness when he thought about what he’d lost.

When Roy came to him to say that Riza was ready to work things out, he jumped at the chance. He wasn’t expecting to walk in the room and see Riza dressed in red and black lacy langerie, a set he’d never seen before, wearing a strap on. It was big, as big as he was, and when he looked closer he realized it was a alchemy made custom dildo based off of him. Scar stopped dead at the site, his mind going completely blank. He didn’t realise what was happening until his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was being stripped and shoved forward towards the bed. Scar was even more surprised by the rush of arousal as Riza pushed him onto the bed and the quiet whimper that left his lips when she did. Any other involuntary noises were quickly muffled as Riza shoved those pink silk panties into his mouth. Unfortunately they were clean, but that didn’t stop him from trying to suck any taste of her essense from the damp fabric.

“How do I…” Riza said, a little uncertain. Roy handed her a bottle of lube. “Here. Start slowly. Stretch him out fully first.” Scar watched them kiss breifly before they turned their attention to him. “Roll over.” Riza said, tapping his hip. Scar did his best to turn onto his front and get on his hands and knees but it wasn’t easy. Scar shivered and tensed when he felt the cool touch of Riza’s well lubed fingers. Scar had always thought he was a top but he couldn’t deny how hard he was as Riza sunk a finger into him. When her finger found his prostate his vision went white, feeling like fireworks exploding all over his body. Scar couldn’t stop the noises coming out of his mouth.. He was thankful for the gag muffling them enough that he didn’t sound so embarassingly desperate. Scar looked back to see Riza looking inraptured, Roy right behind her with his hands on her hips looking even more captivated. This was what he’d wanted but he’d never imagined it like this. Still, with Riza’s attention to his prostate and the shir erotism of the moment he was leaking onto the sheets below him.

When Riza had stretched him out, she pulled out her fingers and replaced it with the head of her cock. Scar buried his face in the bed as she buried her cock in his ass. Scar found his eyes prickling with tears at the entensity of it. “Roll your hips.” Roy said. Scar looked back again to see Roy guiding Riza’s thrusts. Scar’s cock twitched and more precum smeared the sheets under him. “Go faster.” Roy said and Riza listened. Scar felt like he was on the very edge but he couldn’t get there. Every thrust against his prostate was the most delishous torture. Roy stepped back to watch and there eye’s met briefly. Scar hoped that when Riza was done, Roy would take a turn. He’d be sore but he didn’t care.

Riza pulled out with no warning. “Flip him over. I want to see his face.” Riza ordered. Roy didn’t hesitate to manhandle Scar onto his back and handcuff his hands around the headboard. Roy pulled his legs back and apart and Riza sank back inside him. She was mercylessly pounding into his prostate with every thrust. Scar was sooo close but he didn’t think he could cum like this, no matter how much he wanted to. “Play with his nipples.” Roy got on the bed behind him and started to pinch and pull at his nipples. Scar’s nipples had always been sensitive and Roy was not gentle at all, pain blending with pleasure in a beautyful symphony. Even though he was muffled and could barely move his jaw, Scar started to beg and plead for mercy. Riza pulled the gag from his mouth and Scar couldn’t hide the need in is voice. “Please… fuck... I need…” Riza shoved the panties back in his mouth but she did reach down and wrap her hand around his cock. It only took two strokes before Scar came with a roar.

As soon as Riza pulled out, the two lovers pounced on each other. They didn’t take the time to get undressed more than the bare minimum. Scar turned his head to the side to watch them. Riza lay on her stomach with Roy holding up her hips. They fit together like they were made for each other. Roy’s pace wasn’t fast or slow but there was a loud smack every time their hips met. Scar felt a bit better about how quickly he’d cum after they both came almost right away. After they finished, it looked like they were both ready to drift off. Roy hadn’t even pulled out. This had never been about him, he was just a plaything, something to spice up their bedroom. The thought had Scar’s blood attempting to rush south, but he was far too spent to get hard again so quickly. It was at that moment that it hit Scar. He was in a lot of trouble.

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Riza was conflicted. Things with Scar had been… good. The sex was fantastic, some of the best sex she’d ever had. And when they weren’t having sex during those rare conversations she’d found out they had a lot in common. Riza genuinely enjoyed his company. But Riza had Roy and Roy… Roy was everything. She’d been in love with him for half his life. She’d been waiting so long for this. Riza couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. She didn’t want a life without him in it. Riza didn’t know what what happened with Scar meant. If it meant anything at all. It seemed like it meant something. It felt like it meant something.
After Riza had pegged Scar, they had fallen asleep on the bed together. They didn’t sleep for long, it was still too early to go to bed. When they’d woken up, Scar had looked absolutely wrecked. It only made Riza want to ruin him more. They didn’t talk. They probably should have talked. Instead they went their separate ways to clean up and get ready for bed. It wasn’t until the next night that Riza got a chance to talk about it with Roy. “So was what happened last night a one time thing or?” Riza asked. Roy looked at her, reading her face, trying to read her mind. 
“It could be but it doesn’t have to be.” He said, nutrually. “Did you want it to be?”
“No.” Riza said honestly, a little surprised by her answer. She turned over in Roy’s arms so they were facing each other. Roy was grinning micheviously.
“You like him.” Roy accused in a singsong voice. Riza rolled her eyes. “Obviously, we’ve been sleeping together for months.” 
“No.” Roy said, looking like the cat with the cream. “You like-like him.”
Riza felt herself blush and she immediately covered her face with her hands, then cursed at herself because that might as well have been an omission of guilt. “What are you, twelve?” Riza said scornfully but it lost its affect by the fact that she still couldn’t take her hands away from her face and she was still blushing like crazy. 
“That’s not a no.” Roy sung again. “Riza and Scar sitting in a…”
Riza yanked the pillow from underneath Roy’s head and smacked him in the face with it until he fell off the bed from laughing. 
“Stop.” Riza complained. She wanted to curl up and sink through the floor from embarrasment. 
Roy stopped and got on the bed, pulling Riza’s hands away from her face. “It’s ok if you do, Riza. You two had a whole thing before I got myself involved. I don’t want to get in the way of that.” 
“Does that make me a bad person?” Riza asked. 
“Not at all. I like him to. I think we should keep him.” Roy said, settling down in her arms again.
Only over the next week, it was clear that Scar had decided that it was a one time. He avoided them both like the plague, never getting close enough for a real conversation or anything else, and making sure to never be alone with either of them.  At first, Riza let him keep his distance but the longer it went on the more frustrated Riza got. Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to confront him. Picking the lock to his room was easy enough. She waited for him behind the door. She was sure if he saw her in the room he’d just turn around and leave. When he walked in the room Riza shut the door behind him and stood in front of it, arms crossed. Scar looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?” he said hotly.
“What gives?” Riza demanded. “Weeks and weeks and all that and you just ghost me?” Scar shrugged, looking away. He sat on the edge of the bed and started taking off his shoes. “That’s it? I don’t even get a goodbye?”
“Why do you think you deserve one?” Scar said. “You knew what this was going into it. Don’t pretend there was ever anything between us.”
“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it.” Riza said. Scar just rolled his eyes.
“I never made any promises. Weren’t you the one who wanted it to be a one time thing in the first place? You’ve got your happily ever after, so what are you still bothering me for?” Scar stood up. “Can you go? I have things to do.” 
“No.” Riza said. “I’m not going anywhere until you give me an explantion. You owe me that much.”
For the first time in a long time, Scar looked angry. Good. That meant she was getting somewhere. “I don’t owe you shit.” Scar said. “It’s not my fault you got attached.” He said with a snear. “You won’t get the closure you’re looking for so you might as well go.”
He stepped to the door but Riza blocked his path. He may be pissed but she was too. So she shoved him away from the door hard. “You don’t get to do this to me.” She shoved him again. “You don’t get to just walk away, you fucking basturd. Not like this.” 
Scar grabbed her upper arms with bruising force. “Don’t try me.” He said, his voice low. Dangerous.
“You think you can just go around fucking with people and then walk away when ever you damn well please?” Riza yelled. “Well fuck you, Scar. Fuck you.” She said, hitting him on in the chest with each word. Scar threw her backwards and she stumbled until she crashed into the door. The next second, Scar’s mouth was on hers, hungry and forceful, demanding. It Riza a minute to come to her senses enough to kiss back and by the time she did he was pulling away.
“There.” Scar said, taking a step backwards. “There’s your closure. Now get out.”
“No!” Riza said again. “What the fuck was that? Are we breaking up or aren’t we?”
“You need to be in a relationship to have a breakup.” Scar snapped. “We aren’t.”
“What the fuck would you call it then?” Riza insisted. She felt a bitter wave of sadness, pushing the anger aside. “We had something. You can’t say we didn’t. I know you felt it too.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Scar yelled. “It doesn’t matter because its over now. Your right. We had something. We don’t anymore. Now can you just go?”
“No!” Riza shouted again. “Not until I get an answer.”
“I don’t have an answer for you.” Scar snapped. “Why does it matter so fucking much to you? You have him now, why do you need me.”
“I don’t need you.” Riza said, grabbing Scar by the front of his shirt. She pulled him down and kissed him, his mouth opening under hers. “I want you.” She said when she pulled away. “And I know you want me too.” She pulled him back down.
She’d felt it in the way he had kissed her, in the way his eyes would follow her around a room, in the look in his eyes when he sunk into her. In the way that even now, despite his insistance they were over, he was kissing back, his hands running along her sides, pulling her in as he took the reins.