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.
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“If this is a bad time, sir, I can come back later.”
“Not at all. Please continue.”
With a small sigh, she started her monthly report again.
“And all the numbers can be found in here,” Hawkeye said, handing him a folder with several documents in it.
He took the folder, opened it, and idly scanned over the papers. The written report contained all of what she’d just told him, any supporting documents, and additions that were too menial to go over in an oral report. Closing the folder,
“Thank you. Is there anything else?” he asked, trying to maintain his professional exterior.
She seemed a little hesitant, then shook her head. “No, sir.”
Sitting back in his chair,
“No,” she confirmed. He tapped his fingers on his arm, considering if he should just let it go or not. If it was important, then she wouldn’t be hesitant. Just as he’d decided to forget about it, she said, “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“If I said no, would that stop you?” he asked with a bit of humor.
She glanced up as if considering that point, though he knew she was just playing with him. Hawkeye wasn’t one to push into other people’s business if her attention was unwanted. When she looked back at him, her expression was serious again.
“You’ve seemed preoccupied recently. Is there something wrong?”
And what could he say to that? How would she react if he told her that his mind was preoccupied with whether or not he should have a relationship with Maes and Gracia Hughes?
He’d told them that he’d think about it for a few days, but a few days had come and gone, and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to talk to them about it. He’d even gone as far as avoiding Maes at work. And, surprisingly enough, Maes hadn’t sought him out.
The answer should have been easy enough.
And yet it hadn’t been that easy.
As much as he liked Gracia,
“I’ve had a lot on my mind recently,”
“That much is obvious,” Hawkeye retorted.
“I see,” she said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No. It’s a personal matter, but thank you anyway.”
A long moment of silence passed between them, and again
“I’ll be taking an extended lunch today. I have something I need to take care of away from the office.”
“Yes sir,” she said, not sounding particularly pleased, but also not in a position to deny his ability to leave. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”
“I’m not sure. Possibly two hours.”
Hawkeye considered this, then nodded once. “Please call in if you’ll be longer,” she requested. Not because he had to report into her. No, it was more that she worried about him. Even
“I will,” he agreed.
With a nod, Hawkeye saluted, turned, then walked out of the office, closing the door behind her.
It wasn’t hard to get a car. He used them often enough for official business that no one blinked an eye when he went to sign one out. So he drove away from headquarters, knowing exactly where he wanted to go, but uneasy about going. He drove past his destination more than once, but finally, after about twenty minutes, stopped the car and got out.
There were no kids playing in the street this time—as it was the middle of the day and they were most certainly in school—and the neighborhood felt a little too quiet. Trying to shrug off the unease,
“Elysia is taking a nap,” she said quietly as she motioned for him to come in. He nodded as he walked inside. The house smelled of chemical cleaning products and sanitizer, and he could see a broom leaning against the wall near the kitchen next to a bucket with a mop. The floor gleamed wetly in the light from the window and he guessed that she’d just finished mopping.
“The only time I have to get any deep cleaning done is when she’s asleep,” Gracia said, seeing him look toward the kitchen.
He looked back at her, and said in a tone to match hers, “If this is a bad time—” But he cut off when she started shaking her head.
“This is actually a good time. It’s easier than talking over Elysia running and screaming all over the house,” she said with a small, but weary, smile.
As if she knew exactly why he was there, she smiled and motioned to the couch. “Please sit down.” He did and was surprised that she sat right beside him. “We need to speak softly. I don’t want to wake Elysia, so I hope you don’t mind me sitting this close.”
“No...” he lied. “No it’s fine.”
“So, tell me what’s on your mind. Please don’t hold back,” she said kindly.
A family was something else. A family could be a liability. Everything was more difficult with a wife and children. Moving to another city was much more problematic, and there was that extra burden of wondering what would happen to them if you should die. Or, even worse, what would happen if someone tried to go after them?
And so, while
Clearing his throat,
She smiled and shook her head. “Actually, it was originally my idea.”
“It was?” he asked, a little surprised.
Gracia nodded, looking a little amused now. “I’d actually said it as a joke, but Maes said that he’d be okay with it as long as it was someone we could agree on. It was only after several months of us teasing back and forth about it that we finally decided that we’d each write a list of men and women we would be okay with having in our relationship, and we’d see who matched.” She stopped, then said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t offer you anything to drink. Can I get you some water or something?”
“No thank you,” he said.
Accepting that, Gracia continued. “There were only a few names that matched, and we talked seriously about each of them. We let some time pass so that we could write pros and cons about each. We eventually came to the conclusion that you would be the best fit for us. We would talk about it for a while, then let it lie because, really, we just didn’t know how to ask. But after a long time, we finally decided to just go for it.”
“Well, I was definitely shocked,”
“Put off?” she asked. When he nodded, she gave him a wan smile. “And now that you’ve had time to think about it?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Sometimes I think it could be interesting, at least worth a try, and then other times...” he trailed off and shook his head. “You’re not just talking about you and me. You’re talking about Maes and me, and you, Maes, and me. You’re talking about something more than just a fling or some casual sex between the three of us. You’re talking about a commitment. I just don’t think I can be what you want. I care for Maes and you a lot, but I’m not sure I could ever... love... either of you the way the two of you love each other.”
“I understand,” she said gently, and rested her hand on his knee. “We don’t want to force you into this, but we also don’t expect you to suddenly be a different person if you decide to accept. Maes and I didn’t start out with the relationship we have now. We got to know one another bit by bit just like anyone else. All we’re hoping for is that you’ll give it a chance, just like any other relationship. See if it grows on you, see if you want more. If you decide that it’s not for you, we’ll respect that.”
He stared down at her hand, which was now squeezing his knee. He supposed that was fair. It wasn’t too much to ask, just to give it a shot. But...
“Something else is bothering you,” she said, not making it a question.
“Are you repulsed by the idea of being with another man?” she asked curiously.
“No, not repulsed, but... I’m just not interested.”
Gracia smiled. “But maybe you could be interested, if the right person came along.”
“Maybe,” he said in a non-committal tone. Truthfully he hadn’t even thought about it before this last week. “Even if that’s so, I’m not sure it would be Maes. He’s my best friend, almost like a brother.”
“You never know what the future will bring,” she said encouragingly.
“And you’re okay with that? With Maes being with someone other than you? With him being with me?”
“I think it sounds absolutely...” She paused, then gave him a smile that he could only call ‘wicked’. “Delightful.”
And it was right then that
That look also lit a fire under his curiosity. He was suddenly interested in knowing more about this woman and the secrets only Maes seemed to know about her. And what about Maes? How well did he really know his friend? It wasn’t as if
It was those questions, and pure curiosity, more than anything else, that led