Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Hughes/Roy/Gracia, Roy/Gracia, Hughes/Roy, Hughes/Gracia
Type: Het, Yaoi, light humor
Warnings: Smut, language
Summary: Maes and Gracia decide they’d like to add a new element to their sex life—Roy Mustang.
One month earlier...
The day had started off just like any other day—mundane and predicable. It might have been less mundane if Roy had been married, or if he’d had kids, or even if he’d had a pet, but he had none of those and so his morning consisted of waking up sixteen minutes after his alarm went off—after pushing the snooze button twice—a shower, fifteen minutes with the Central Times while eating a bowl of cereal made for kids—he’d never grown out of liking the kind with the cute shapes and the sugary marshmallows.
Then it had been off to work using public transportation. He did had a car, but why use it when the military paid his bus fare, and he didn’t live all that far from Central Headquarters; besides all the little old ladies knew his name by now and they all liked to talk to him because he paid them attention and would flirt with them as if they were still young.
After getting off the bus, he spent another thirty minutes in the break room drinking coffee, reading the newspaper, and talking to people; then it was off to his office after getting a cup of coffee to go, and finishing the newspaper before finally settling down to his actual work—which was boring and uneventful, but he got paid for it, and it was much better than being deployed and risking his life by the minute.
He’d had no idea that this mundane, though admittedly happy and satisfying, life would soon come crashing to a halt. At twenty-two minutes past eleven when Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes, an old comrade and an even older friend, let himself into Roy’s office, closed the door, and strode up to his desk and thrust his most recent picture of his daughter—Elysia—into Roy’s face.
“ISN’T SHE JUST THE MOST ADORABLE THING?!”
“That dress is new and I just had to get a picture of her in it,” Maes exclaimed gleefully.
“How many new dresses does a six-year-old need?”
“She’s a school girl now!” Maes protested with a grin. She needs to look her best.
“Uniforms are expensive,” Maes said, slipping the picture into a pocket and taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of
“Compared to buying a whole new wardrobe for a child that will outgrow it in a year or two?”
“They’re not cute,” Maes pointed out.
“That should have nothing to do with little girls,” Maes said as he made himself more comfortable.
“Trust me, it doesn’t,”
“Right, so now that we’ve addressed your uniform fetish—which I’ll be sure to remember, by the way—we should get to the reason why I came here.”
“Does it have to do with your family?”
“Then you can leave.”
Maes smiled appreciatively. “Elysia will be spending the night at Gracia’s parents’ house tonight and we thought we’d invite you over for dinner and maybe a few card games.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have a nice, intimate evening with your wife in the absence of your kid?”
Maes chuckled and shook his head. “Elysia spends one night a week with Gracia’s parents. And at least one night every two weeks with my parents. We’re looking to spend some time with an adult friend, and you’re it.”
“You’re not planning on trying to set me up with someone, are you?” he asked suspiciously. It seemed to be Maes’s ambition in life to get
Maes shrugged. “It’s just going to be you, me, and Gracia.”
“I haven’t agreed yet,”
“The refusal to answer is also an answer,” Maes pointed out, before walking to the door and saying, “Six. Don’t forget.” And with that, he was gone.
Stepping up to the door,
“Come on in!” Maes said in an exuberant tone.
“Flowers for me? You shouldn’t have,” Maes said.
“I helped,” Maes said in a slight pout.
“Really? What did you do?”
“I...” Maes paused, glanced toward the kitchen, then back at
“That doesn’t count.”
Maes grunted good-naturedly, then said, “So, do you really think my wife is lovely?”
“If she was single, would you date her?” Maes probed.
“But she isn’t, so that’s really not a valid question,”
Suddenly the serious expression was gone and Maes was laughing. “Don’t be so serious!” he said, then waved for
“How lovely,” she said, taking the flowers and admiring them. “Thank you. I’d better put them in water before they wilt.” Gracia went back into the kitchen, and pulled a vase out from under the sink, then added, “Dinner is about done, if the two of you would like to put the plates on the table.”
It didn’t take long before all three of them were sitting at the table and sampling Gracia’s hard work, which was amazing, as always. They talked about family and work before the topic turned to local news stories and back to Elysia. Gracia talked about her project of growing a small garden, Maes talked about his favorite sports team losing their best player, and
“What do you think of Polyamory?” Maes asked, then played a card. It was asked conversationally enough, but there was a note to Maes’s voice that told
He watched Maes and Gracia exchange a look before Gracia said, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it. With your reputation with the ladies, you just seem like you’d know.”
Gracia studied him for a moment, then she nodded as if understanding all the unspoken. “I see,” she said slowly, then looked at Maes again. She raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Are you going to go on?’
Maes shrugged, then looked at
“You’re saying, that if a man and a woman invited, say, another woman into the relationship, then the man would essentially have two wives or at least a wife and a girlfriend?”
There was another look exchanged between Maes and Gracia. “Well, yes, it can be something to that effect, but what I am meaning is... well, let’s take your example,” Maes said. “So a couple invites a woman into their relationship. The man will have a relationship with her, and so will the wife. They’ll also have a relationship that involves all three of them together, and the married couple will also have a relationship between the two of them. Does that makes sense?”
“And this involves them all in a sexual way?”
“Yes, but not just that,” Gracia said. “There are some people who just want to change up partners for a while, but this isn’t what we’re talking about. We’re talking about having a loving relationship that is fulfilling on an emotional and sexual level. Just the way a marriage is, only with three people instead of two.”
Finally, Maes said, “Gracia and I are interested in having something like that.”
Only, he didn’t want to ask, because he had a feeling that he already knew who they’d decided to ask, and that they’d lured that person to their home with a non-threatening promise of dinner and games. And now that person was sitting in front of them stunned beyond belief and not sure if he could get his open his mouth to breathe let alone speak.
Finally, Maes cleared his throat and said, “So about my question? What do you think about it?”
“I... eh... well, I guess it could work,”
“Could you ever see yourself in that kind of a relationship?” Maes asked cautiously.
“Uh...” Maes said, then looked at his wife who shook her head before looking at
“We would like you to join our relationship,” she said simply. And there it was. Straight out.
“I’m flattered, but—”
“Don’t reject it immediately before thinking about it.”
“Think about it this way,” Maes said. “You’ll probably never get married, but you’ve told me before that you’d like to have a family. Well, now you’ll have a family, but you won’t have to devote less time to work than you already do. We’ll be able to support you when you need it and you can support us when we need it. On another note, you’ll get laid more often.”
“Maes, I like you, but I don’t want to have sex with you,”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. This isn’t just about sex; in fact, we could start out without that aspect until you’re ready for it, just like any relationship.”
“Well, I’d like to watch sometimes,” Maes said in a tone that seemed to convey that there was nothing wrong or different about this conversation at all. They could be talking about how dessert would be a fine thing just about now by his tone.
“Yes, there could be problems, but no relationship is problem free. But there are so many advantages to this type of an arrangement as well,” Maes said, then shook his head. “But, I don’t want to argue about this. If you’re not interested, then that’s fine. We would never want to force you into this. All I ask is that you think about it for a couple of days before giving an answer.”
“Alright. I’ll think about it for a few days,” he finally agreed. “But if you start trying to be pushy, then the answer is ‘no’.” Not that he thought Gracia would push him, but Maes did tend to be a little tactless at times.
“No pushing,” Maes promised.
There was a flurry of admonitions that they understood and that they’d be willing to talk to him if he needed, and that they hoped he made it home alright—as if he was going to drive his car into a pole just to avoid having to answer them—as they accompanied him to the door.
As he walked down the stairs toward his car, he noticed that while it was almost dark now, there were still children out playing. People still drove down the road, or walked on the sidewalk. There was a man further down the street, sitting on a bench, and reading a newspaper. Everything around him was completely normal, but as he got in his car and started to drive away, Roy knew that life as he’d known it had come to a complete standstill, and he found himself regretting saying that he would think this over. He was just prolonging the inevitable anyway. There was no way he could ever have that kind of relationship with anyone.
I feel the need to make a quick note here about Polyamory, lest I unintentionally offend someone. There are different types of relationships that are defined as a Polyamory relationship. The one I’m using in this story is only one example.
I personally am not in a relationship like this, so there is always the chance that I will write something that some might not view as ‘realistic’. I do try to keep a lot of my stories in the realm of realism as much as possible, though, so hopefully I won’t have any problems writing this. But I hope that those in such a relationship will give me some leeway in the writing of this.