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Untitled- Roy/Scar, prompt- bellydance
0 ReviewsRoy and Scar form a plan to help the Elrics, and Roy disguises as a dancer. Warning: yaoi or m/m, a little crossdressing.
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Scar, prompt- bellydance
Warnings: yaoi or m/m, a little crossdressing.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters and settings were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Square-Enix, Viz and Funimation. I'm just borrowing them solely for my own amusement and hopefully your enjoyment. Done all for fun, not for profit.
Notes: Comments would be greatly appreciated and absolutely loved.
Perfumed silks were strewn about in the dressing tent, pleasantly masking the stench of spilled alcohol. It wafted through the evening breeze, distracting them both from the rowdy laughter and clinking mugs just outside.
Billowing indigo sleeves hid the young Colonel’s defined shoulders, and the low plunge in the coin trimmed bust created a lovely, convincing illusion of small, firm breasts. The skin of his fair, toned midriff was left exposed and a gold coin belt wrapped around his slim hips. Long thin layers of vivid color draped over his lean legs, swaying gently with the wind, and gold ankle bracelets, toe rings and red polish drew attention away from the officer’s otherwise masculine feet.
He studied his reflection in the full length mirror with a critical eye. Roy fastened gold clips to his blue head wrap, then curled his long black bangs with his fingers, creating a softer style to frame his face.
Scar sat in the shadows, his dark forefinger pressed tight against his lips. Crimson eyes gleamed under his silver hair, silently watching his enemy rise on his toes and refresh the color around his smoldering dark eyes with a little painted fingertip.
Heated shivers ran along Roy’s spine, burning hottest where the breeze swept against his bare skin.
“Well,” Roy said, straightening as he covered his nose and reddened lips with a blue veil, “Do I look ready for my debut?”
He suddenly felt the Ishbalan looming behind him. Roy stifled a gasp. His skin prickled when he felt Scar’s breath on the nape of his neck. Roy turned to face him.
“This,” Scar’s deep voice rumbled as he slowly pushed a thick finger under the waistband and slid it back and forth against Roy’s belly, “is too tight.”
Roy froze. His eyes widened and he couldn’t breathe, and a slow flush crept up his covered cheeks. His skin fluttered under Scar’s touch, and his lips parted a little wider behind the veil. Strong, broad hands coasted along his hips to the small of his back, and Roy felt his belt and skirt gently loosen and slowly slide low around his hips.
Without another word Scar slipped back toward the table. Roy watched him, his mind clearing a little from the warm haze, and saw the dark man mix hot candle wax and honey in small dish. Scar returned rolling it on a tiny wooden stick, his long lashes low as he gently blew on it, cooling it a bit. Roy froze again as Scar’s finger ran down against his belly, dragging the silk further below his navel, and Roy swallowed hard as beads of sweat formed over his brow.
“They will throw their money at your feet,” Scar said, not looking up as he smeared the hot wax on the hairline of Roy’s belly, pausing only for a moment when the alchemist hissed and rolled his muscles, “Others will be more forward. Perhaps even the Elrics’ captor.”
Scar’s formal baritone voice rippled though him. Roy’s breathing deepened as looked into the dark man’s fiery eyes, conscious of the silk skirt falling further under the assassin’s lethal fingertips. The Colonel’s mind swam with fear, and something else, something he didn’t dare think about now. Yet Roy’s eyes helplessly traced over every angle of Scar’s chiseled face, trying to keep his breathing slow and steady while a voice in his mind screamed at him for being such a fool.
In a flash Scar quickly clamped his left hand over Roy’s mouth, pulling him in closer as Roy gripped his muscular forearm in a panic, while the Ishbalan’s right swiftly pulled off the wax strip in one smooth stroke. Roy yelped from the sting; then released Scar’s arm, dizzy with relief.
Scar wordlessly moved his hand from Roy’s mouth, ever so lightly brushing the pad of his thumb over Roy’s lips, and slid his fingers under Roy’s small chin. Only a breath apart, Scar’s eyes gleamed a primal crimson as he slipped his right index finger back below the other’s waistband and glided his finger over Roy’s smooth, bare skin. Roy’s eyelids grew heavy as he jutted his belly against the dark man’s finger, gripping his coat to steady himself as Scar’s silver hair danced on his brow.
“Now,” Scar said, his voice low and husky, “You are ready.”
Pairing: Roy/Scar, prompt- bellydance
Warnings: yaoi or m/m, a little crossdressing.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters and settings were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Square-Enix, Viz and Funimation. I'm just borrowing them solely for my own amusement and hopefully your enjoyment. Done all for fun, not for profit.
Notes: Comments would be greatly appreciated and absolutely loved.
Perfumed silks were strewn about in the dressing tent, pleasantly masking the stench of spilled alcohol. It wafted through the evening breeze, distracting them both from the rowdy laughter and clinking mugs just outside.
Billowing indigo sleeves hid the young Colonel’s defined shoulders, and the low plunge in the coin trimmed bust created a lovely, convincing illusion of small, firm breasts. The skin of his fair, toned midriff was left exposed and a gold coin belt wrapped around his slim hips. Long thin layers of vivid color draped over his lean legs, swaying gently with the wind, and gold ankle bracelets, toe rings and red polish drew attention away from the officer’s otherwise masculine feet.
He studied his reflection in the full length mirror with a critical eye. Roy fastened gold clips to his blue head wrap, then curled his long black bangs with his fingers, creating a softer style to frame his face.
Scar sat in the shadows, his dark forefinger pressed tight against his lips. Crimson eyes gleamed under his silver hair, silently watching his enemy rise on his toes and refresh the color around his smoldering dark eyes with a little painted fingertip.
Heated shivers ran along Roy’s spine, burning hottest where the breeze swept against his bare skin.
“Well,” Roy said, straightening as he covered his nose and reddened lips with a blue veil, “Do I look ready for my debut?”
He suddenly felt the Ishbalan looming behind him. Roy stifled a gasp. His skin prickled when he felt Scar’s breath on the nape of his neck. Roy turned to face him.
“This,” Scar’s deep voice rumbled as he slowly pushed a thick finger under the waistband and slid it back and forth against Roy’s belly, “is too tight.”
Roy froze. His eyes widened and he couldn’t breathe, and a slow flush crept up his covered cheeks. His skin fluttered under Scar’s touch, and his lips parted a little wider behind the veil. Strong, broad hands coasted along his hips to the small of his back, and Roy felt his belt and skirt gently loosen and slowly slide low around his hips.
Without another word Scar slipped back toward the table. Roy watched him, his mind clearing a little from the warm haze, and saw the dark man mix hot candle wax and honey in small dish. Scar returned rolling it on a tiny wooden stick, his long lashes low as he gently blew on it, cooling it a bit. Roy froze again as Scar’s finger ran down against his belly, dragging the silk further below his navel, and Roy swallowed hard as beads of sweat formed over his brow.
“They will throw their money at your feet,” Scar said, not looking up as he smeared the hot wax on the hairline of Roy’s belly, pausing only for a moment when the alchemist hissed and rolled his muscles, “Others will be more forward. Perhaps even the Elrics’ captor.”
Scar’s formal baritone voice rippled though him. Roy’s breathing deepened as looked into the dark man’s fiery eyes, conscious of the silk skirt falling further under the assassin’s lethal fingertips. The Colonel’s mind swam with fear, and something else, something he didn’t dare think about now. Yet Roy’s eyes helplessly traced over every angle of Scar’s chiseled face, trying to keep his breathing slow and steady while a voice in his mind screamed at him for being such a fool.
In a flash Scar quickly clamped his left hand over Roy’s mouth, pulling him in closer as Roy gripped his muscular forearm in a panic, while the Ishbalan’s right swiftly pulled off the wax strip in one smooth stroke. Roy yelped from the sting; then released Scar’s arm, dizzy with relief.
Scar wordlessly moved his hand from Roy’s mouth, ever so lightly brushing the pad of his thumb over Roy’s lips, and slid his fingers under Roy’s small chin. Only a breath apart, Scar’s eyes gleamed a primal crimson as he slipped his right index finger back below the other’s waistband and glided his finger over Roy’s smooth, bare skin. Roy’s eyelids grew heavy as he jutted his belly against the dark man’s finger, gripping his coat to steady himself as Scar’s silver hair danced on his brow.
“Now,” Scar said, his voice low and husky, “You are ready.”
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