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Rising from one knee, he glanced around briefly before glancing at the fridge that sat on the opposite  side of the room, tucked into the small kitchen. That was his next target. Shrugging as he made his strides, He gripped the handle of fridge. “This place is my little secret, gives me a place to get away. If the entire team knew about it, I’d never get a moment to myself.” 

Tugging the door of the fridge open, he reached for the bottle of whisky that he knew he had left chilling there since his last visit. Gripping the neck of the bottle he let the fridge close behind him, and he reached into the oak cabinet, grabbing two short glasses from He made his way back to the bar the lined the wall on the far left. He sat the two classes down and removed the cap from the bottle, pouring the amber colored liquid into the glass, leaving the bottle on the the wooden bar counter, he grabbed both of the glasses and made his way back to where Jean stood, casually handing him one of the glasses. 

“Eh, the holidays just tend to depress me. I send Chris a gift and that seems to make her happy. I’ll maybe stop by to see her in a couple days.” He knew he had to go see her, but he would wait a bit to do it. After all, he did owe her and her girls a ton. 

“Why aren’t you with your parents?” Roy questioned, arching an eyebrow. Roy knew that Jean was a family oriented person. 

Pointing towards the hallway on the far end of the room, he continued. 

“Make yourself at home, there are a couple bedrooms down the hall; take your pick. There are bathrooms in each of them.” 

The heat from his fire began to warm the large room. He sipped at the liquid at his glass, and it too warmed him. 

Dark Winter’s (K)night

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The holidays always brought around unnecessary stress to the office. Roy himself never really had much to worry about when it came to gift giving and what not because he was a single man. But he felt the stress of those around him. It was all starting to get a little overwhelming for him; the decorations, the constant talk of gift giving and family. All of this combined gave him the perfect excuse to escape the city, and just do his own thing. Roy made it a tradition to go out to his cabin in the woods for a hunting trip every year around the holidays.  This time, he decided to drag along his right hand man, and best friend for all intensive purposes; Jean Havoc. Roy figured that Jean didn’t have anything better to do, and he knew he wouldn’t say no to him when he asked him on the morning after he hooked him up with a rather dashing young lady at the bar the night before. 

The cabin they were going to be visiting was situated about 3 miles into the woods. It was a small investment that he decided to make about 5 years back for whatever reason. It came in handy when he needed some alone time. 

The outside of the rustic cabin was a dark brown color; slightly faded with age. Unlike the outside, the inside was fully furnished with dark hardwood floors, and electricity, heat, and water. It was like a home away from home. Tossing his bags onto the nearby table, Roy turned around to eye the taller blond. He outstretched his arms, signaling  to the space around him, “Well, here it is.” 

Dropping his arms, he made his way to the fireplace, throwing two logs that sat next the fireplace in, and pulling his ignition glove from his pocket; lit them with one sharp snap of his fingers. “Its not too bad outside yet, but we’ll need the heat later.” 

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Roy had to admit, he had no experience playing this kind of ball at all. This is most defiantly not how he expected the night to go. Two drunken men, intwined up against the counter in his small apartment. But there was a yearning feeling deep inside his core that longed for something. 

Mustang always knew what to expect when it came to women. They’re predictable. He always knew where to touch and what to kiss. Men; well men were a little more foreign to him. Men were rough. They had a different smell and feel to them.

His blood was pumping, a slight sheen covered his forehead. He was reeling at the presence of this man. He could feel himself stiffening under the thin layer of fabric that remained. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt a hand down there. He threw his head back ever so slightly. The tiny amount of contact sent his senses crazy.  Touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound were all involved in his current endeavor. 

He knew that something was going to happen, but he knew it couldn’t happen here. Apparently Jean had the same thought in his mind, because before he knew it, he was being tugged away up the steps and down the short hall to the master bedroom. A smirk appeared on his face as he landed on his back on the plush bed. Watching as the remaining layers disappear from both of them, he gnawed on his bottom lip, dark eyes staring up at the man. Roy was not shy of his naked self. He took pride in his body, simply because he worked damn hard on it. The cold air of his bedroom flowed over his exposed skin, raising goose bumps. 

The only question that lingered on his mind was where do they go from there? And who remains in power? 

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name: roy mustang age: 18 years old

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That damn smirk is my kink

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Nothing lit the raging fire inside Roy Mustang more than those two words.  Yes. sir.  It’s very safe to say that Roy is a control freak, and at times, there is nothing he wanted more than submission. He was so used to controlling things, but this was not something that Roy found himself even remotely able to control. Locked safety inside his apartment, he was free to do whatever he wanted, and damn it, something was going to happen.  As skin was exposed by the other, Roy let his hand slide down the man’s chest, marveling at the detail. Obviously this wasn’t the first time that he had seen Jean Havoc shirtless, they have been working with each other for a while after all. But this time was different. All of his intentions were filled with pure lust.   He felt large hands trailing lower, and lower. He didn’t think that they could get any closer at this point; but they did. A purr erupted from his lower throat as the fabric on top of him was teased with a hand. His blood was pumping, and he knew he needed more.  At this point, Roy was spinning. Not only was he quite literally intoxicated, but he was drunk on the touch of this man. Something he never thought would happen. This was illegal. But how could something that feels so right be illegal? 

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Character Analysis: Roy Mustang-Full Metal Alchemist Franchise

Don’t let his calm swagger and unmoving determination fool you. He’s a dork.

Known as ‘The Flame Alchemist’, Roy Mustang is a Colonel in the Amestris military. In the show, his goal is to become the Fuhrer. He wants to be in a position where he never has to take an order again. Why? He fought in a unjustified war and killed lots of ‘enemies’. 

The show makes it very clear he has trouble with the fact that he has blood on his hands. He’s this guy who reads alone and keeps mostly to himself. But here’s the kicker. He’d die for his crew. 

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Dark Winter’s (K)night

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The holidays always brought around unnecessary stress to the office. Roy himself never really had much to worry about when it came to gift giving and what not because he was a single man. But he felt the stress of those around him. It was all starting to get a little overwhelming for him; the decorations, the constant talk of gift giving and family. All of this combined gave him the perfect excuse to escape the city, and just do his own thing. Roy made it a tradition to go out to his cabin in the woods for a hunting trip every year around the holidays.  This time, he decided to drag along his right hand man, and best friend for all intensive purposes; Jean Havoc. Roy figured that Jean didn’t have anything better to do, and he knew he wouldn’t say no to him when he asked him on the morning after he hooked him up with a rather dashing young lady at the bar the night before. 

The cabin they were going to be visiting was situated about 3 miles into the woods. It was a small investment that he decided to make about 5 years back for whatever reason. It came in handy when he needed some alone time. 

The outside of the rustic cabin was a dark brown color; slightly faded with age. Unlike the outside, the inside was fully furnished with dark hardwood floors, and electricity, heat, and water. It was like a home away from home. Tossing his bags onto the nearby table, Roy turned around to eye the taller blond. He outstretched his arms, signaling  to the space around him, “Well, here it is.” 

Dropping his arms, he made his way to the fireplace, throwing two logs that sat next the fireplace in, and pulling his ignition glove from his pocket; lit them with one sharp snap of his fingers. “Its not too bad outside yet, but we’ll need the heat later.” 

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Hayden: "I'm gonna write you a six page starter."

Me: "Double-spaced?"

Hayden: "Single spaced."

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//Here’s a late munday photo. ;’D