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It was astounding, how little makeup this woman owned.
It wasn’t that Riza Hawkeye needed to make herself beautiful as a military officer. But honestly, it was like the Lieutenant never even went out by the looks of her empty cosmetics drawer. A simple lip balm, a tube of concealer, and a light blush that looked practically brand new.
She lined the Lieutenant’s eyes in black, smoking the eyeshadow masterfully below the brow. She chose the darkest shade of red she could find at the beauty store and hummed in delight as she applied it to Hawkeye’s surprisingly full lips.
Her favorite black dress was ruined, thanks to her beloved Flame Alchemist. It was now somewhere in the remains of the tunnels below, reduced to ashes in the Colonel’s anger. But no matter…he would be dealt with later.
The Lieutenant’s wardrobe left much to be desired, being filled with only button-down shirts and long skirts slit open just enough to hide a gun. A simple woman, then. Not one for parties and dress-up games.
She dug through the winter coats and military uniforms hanging in the closet, and finally found a package near the very back, tucked in the corner. She took it out and unzipped the covering to find a black cocktail dress waiting inside. A tag hung off the corner of the sleeve, and she held it up to the light to read it.
Use on Friday, 05/13/1912
Rendezvous at Warehouse 3A, 1900 hours
-R
She slipped into the dress, admiring the way the lace scattered along the bust in a careful manner, allowing the neckline to curve far more downward than any of Hawkeye’s other outifts would dare even suggest.
“My, my, Lieutenant,” She cooed with satisfaction. “Your Colonel certainly has good taste.”
The woman inside of her said nothing. Riza Hawkeye never did, ever since the remains of Lust's being had found their way into the Lieutenant’s apartment two days prior. A broken thing she was, her stone nearly completely destroyed. The tiniest speck remained, allowing Lust to wander from host to host, until she finally found a strong-enough mind to survive her presence.
And now she wanted her recompension.
Lust allowed the Lieutenant’s hair to fall loose around her frame, hanging in loose, soft curls that reached down to her waist. Hawkeye was pretty little thing outside her bulky uniform—she would do well as Lust’s plaything for tonight.
Lust reached Central Command at twenty-one hundred hours, the military time translating automatically in her head. She supposed it was the Lieutenant’s habit, nothing more. Lust crept up the steps that led to offices on the second floor, making sure she wasn’t noticed by any of the passing soldiers who were working late. Finally, she reached the last door down the hall, and turned the knob.
Colonel Roy Mustang sat alone at his desk, scribbling away at his papers from the day. Lust smirked, knowing that the loss of his dear Lieutenant had only increased his workload tenfold.
Mustang looked up immediately, his face slacking at the sight of Lust standing there, dressed as his Lieutenant. He stood up to face her as she locked the door behind her.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye?” He asked hesitantly. “What…exactly…are you doing here?”
Lust giggled at the hitch in his voice. He must have picked that dress out specifically for his Lieutenant under the guise of an undercover mission. She wondered how many times the Colonel had fantasized about Hawkeye in the very dress she sauntered towards him now.
“I’m here for you, Colonel Mustang.” she spoke with her practiced cadence. She knew how to bewitch a man, how to bring him to his very knees…
Colonel Mustang drew his gun and pointed it straight at her head. His eyes grew dark in the fading moonlight of the window, the shadows growing longer over his face.
“You’re not my Lieutenant.” He growled.
Lust laughed softly. “Oh, but we could pretend, couldn’t we? Just for tonight.”
The Colonel kept his gun trained on her, his gaze never wavering. “Who are you? What have you done with Riza Hawkeye?”
Lust stepped forward and stroked the barrel of the gun still pointed at her skull.
“Oh, she’s still here. She’s probably listening right now. After all, I am with her dear commanding officer, and she was so very emotional the last time we met.”
The Colonel’s eyes widened with horror.
“Lust,” He spoke as though the word was poisoned. “I thought I destroyed you.”
“Not quite,” she simpered. “Though I did get a taste of your fire. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
She traced the butt of the gun until she found the Colonel’s tight grip, his muscles straining underneath. His brow was starting to sweat.
“Then allow me to finish that job,” The Colonel’s voice shook. “I’ll be much more thorough this time, believe me.”
But Lust only laughed. “You wouldn’t dare let a lick of your flame touch the Lieutenant’s skin. That’s why you drew your gun instead of your gloves when I entered into your office.
She allowed her fingertips to extend past her host’s natural state, their sharp points dancing just below the Colonel’s neck. His gun was shaking at her temple.
“Go ahead, Colonel Mustang. Shoot your precious Lieutenant. I don’t know if I can regenerate in this form either—it could be a nice little experiment for the both of us.”
Colonel Mustang breathed heavily against her, and she moved against his chest. His heartbeat pumped in jagged, quick beats. The gun dropped—clattering against the wooden floor as Lust pushed the Colonel into the wall behind his desk.
“Hush now,” she whispered, her spear-like fingers tracing along the Colonel’s jaw. Their edges drew angry, sharp lines that dripped blood down the side of Mustang’s uniform.
The Colonel winced slightly, but said nothing. He continued to glare at her through his dark, cold eyes. Lust felt a flood of anger run through her. Those eyes were the last thing she saw before her existence was shattered—she would make sure his last sight would be something truly horrifying.
“Are you going to kill me, now?” He rasped.
Lust smiled, and let one of her index finger extend until it had penetrated the Colonel’s shoulder against the wall. The Colonel cried out in pain as her middle finger pinned his other shoulder as well, blood soaking through his military jacket.
“Not yet, Colonel.” Lust simpered. “That would be fair too merciful.”
And then she felt it—a strange pull in the pit of her stomach. A terrible, burning pain, as though something inside was restraining her actions.
As though someone was fighting back.
Lust shoved her consciousness back into her own mind, pushing the Lieutenant back where she belonged. Mustang looked at her with sudden interest, his lips pulling back in a sneer.
“You’re fighting a losing battle,” he retorted. “She won’t let you win for very long.”
Lust dug her spears into the Colonel’s shoulders deeper, causing him with writhe and hiss.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said evenly. “Besides, you should really be worrying about yourself, right now.”
He was quite close to her now, close enough to see the shadow wavering on his jaw, the hint of faded aftershave lingering on his neck. She breathed in the scent of cedarwood, and allowed herself to smile as the aroma washed over her. This was his scent, something she had always associated with him—
Lust growled and shoved the Lieutenant back down again. This alliance was messing with her thoughts, her memories. Hawkeye would need to be disposed of quickly after her usefulness was complete.
The Colonel said nothing, a careful observer to the control Lust could barely keep over the Lieutenant. Her memories began to spring to the surface—of Ishval, of undercover missions, of soft words of love spoken in hidden alleyways.
There was resistance and passion between both of them, and Lust could not understand it in the least. A longing for the other, even with the knowledge that the other held each other’s deepest regards and desires.
With Jean of course, it was pleasurable for the first while. She never turned down male company, and what he lacked in intelligence he made up in quite the physical stamina. But she soon grew bored of her plaything, always a simpering little puppy. The fool.
But the way Mustang looked at her was something different—as though he could communicate with the Lieutenant without words, without touch. It only angered Lust even more.
“Tell me, Colonel Mustang.” Lust beckoned as she forced the Colonel’s chin down to meet her open lips. “Would you have me, if I forced your hand? I’ll even allow your Lieutenant to talk to you if you’d like—I’ll let her out to play.”
The Colonel’s eyes hardened. “Leave Riza out of this.”
"Riza?” Lust let out a harsh laugh. “My, my, have you got it bad. Tell me, how do you manage to keep her so close to you without slipping?”
There was a vein throbbing in Mustang’s neck, and Lust leaned forward, snagging her teeth against his skin. She could feel his pulse vibrating beneath her lips.
“It would be so easy,” she whispered against his ear. “I’m sure the Lieutenant wouldn’t mind—I’ll persuade her if she’s not quite willing…” But the Colonel pushed her away from him with his hands, even with his shoulders pinned to the wall. He glared at her with a murderous glint.
“Stay the hell away from her, you bitch.”
Anger boiled inside of her, his rejection stinging against her with every passing minute.
“I change my mind, Colonel Mustang.” Her shoulders heaved with vexation. “You can die by the hands of your precious little Riza. I can’t wait to hear her scream when she wakes with your blood on her hands.”
The Colonel struggled against her spears, and Lust prepared to penetrate his heart, fingers lengthening with points sharp as Pride’s—
And then she stopped, her breath choking inside of her. Lust retched, the spears shrinking down into their normal fingertips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head…
-
And Riza fell to her knees, gasping so hard that it tore at her ribs. Lust was still there, fighting desperately to come back to the surface. Riza steeled her mind and looked up at the Colonel in anguish.
“Colonel!” she whimpered, stumbling over to him where he was still bleeding profusely from the absence of Lust’s spears.
His eyes widened, and he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Riza—”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” she sobbed, grasping at his uniform. Her hands came away slick with blood. She looked up at him and tried to apologize again, but was interrupted when he crashed his lips onto hers.
She could taste him as he clung to her, hungry and shaken and desperate. She closed her eyes and returned the act with the little remaining strength she had left. He spoke a thousand different words to her, and she understood each and every one.
They broke apart, panting and heaving. He clutched at the sides of her dress, leaving his blood stained on her skin.
“I will find a way, Riza. I swear to you. I’ll bring you back if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Roy,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare give up, just like you told me. Don’t give…up…”
Roy was yelling her name, and the heat inside forced its way back into her skull.
“Roy…”
-
“That’s quite enough.”
Lust was exhausted, the tips of her fingers rubbing raw from the exertion. The physical strain it had taken to fight her way back had left her feeling exposed and tainted. Colonel Mustang stood before her, an unreadable expression in his eyes.
“This isn’t the end,” She spat at him, dragging herself away from him and towards the door. “I will kill you, Roy Mustang. And when I do, you’re going to wish you had never even set eyes on Riza Hawkeye.”
She slammed the door behind her, leaving the Colonel alone in his bloodstained office.
Lust cursed as she trampled through the dark streets of Central on the way back to the Lieutenant’s apartment. But should she even go there? For all she knew, the Colonel could be trailing her. She could go to Father…but would she even make it in this state?
The Lieutenant was fighting hard, pounding against the edges of Lust’s mind. She struggled to maintain control...because in those few seconds that Riza had surfaced, her secrets had spilled out right in front of Lust.
Roy Mustang didn’t just want his Lieutenant for one night—he wanted her by his side for the rest of his life. He wanted to caress her hand in his after a long day of work, to hold her tight in his arms after she woke up screaming in the dead of night, to simply be by her side. He wanted the excuse to kiss her freely, every single day that the rest of his life allowed him.
And she...she wanted him just as much as he did her.
Lust grunted as the Lieutenant thrashed inside of her again. It didn’t make any sense to her, and it frustrated her to no end.
No matter, she thought to herself. After all, Pride was still watching them from the shadows. His presence along would be enough to pull the Lieutenant back down to her meaningless subordination.
“You won’t win,” Lust said aloud to the cool night air.
And then, for the first time, Lust heard the Lieutenant’s voice. She was laughing, cold and hard and undeterred.
“Try me.”
-
“You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else//For you I would ruin myself, a million little times.”
Taylor Swift, "illicit affairs"