Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Jealous

Roy's P.O.V.

My jaw clenches tight, and my knuckles turn white around my glass, the whiskey inside doing nothing to calm my rage. This mission has been going on for over a week, and the entire time, I've been suppressing my irritation. Now, though, the reality of it is being thrust in my face, and my restraint is dwindling fast.

I watch the two of them from my seat at the bar in burning silence, fighting every instinct I have—all of them screaming at me to stop this at once. I should never have approved this assignment. It was Havoc's idea, and I was put on the spot. Refusing would have raised questions, but I'm the commanding officer. I could've shut it down without giving a reason.

Paranoia got the better of me. Even if I didn't need to explain myself, not doing so would invite suspicion, and I can't risk that. Not with everything I've already sacrificed to get to where I am.

My head turns at the sound of her laugh. It's musical and soft. She has her head tossed back, making her blonde hair flutter around her shoulders. One of hishands slides into it, his fingers soiling the beautiful waves. My jaw cracks, and I force myself to drink, if only to distract myself. It doesn't work.

I stare at them, fuming. She doesn't even shrug him off. Instead, she gives him a look. A fucking longinglook. As if she likes it—him touching her. Bile rises in my throat, and I feel my head start pounding. Still, I can't look away. She reaches out and puts a hand lightly on his arm, and he smiles at her. I want to punch all of his teeth through the back of his skull. I glare them down, breathing heavily through my nose.

"Another?"

I wave the bartender off without a glance. I'm supposed to be working, so the few drinks I've had are already too many. I'm here as her backup, but I'm failing at it.

Suddenly, he looks past her to a business man sitting at a table across the room from theirs. He leans in and whispers in her ear before kissing her cheek.

Bastard.

I relax slightly when he rises and begins moving away from her. As soon as she's alone, her eyes come to me, and I instantly school my expression. She jerks her head toward the back hall, and I nod, taking a final sip of my drink before following her—at a safe distance to avoid attracting attention.

"He's useless," she announces as soon as the door shuts behind me, leaving us in a poorly lit storage room. "He hasn't said a single thing about–"

I turn the lock with my thumb and face her.

"No, I'm sure he hasn't," I cut her off, my ire lacing my words. "If anything, I'd be surprised if he managed to get two words out that weren't flattery or an attempt to get you into bed."

"What?" she frowns, looking shocked. "Why would you say that?"

"Because," I reply instantly, stalking over to a rusted rack of shelves. "He's been overtly coming onto you for the entire evening." I glance at her and then away. "It's sickening really. Especially since you seem to welcome his advances."

"Welcome his… I'm supposed to get close to him," she comes back, defiantly. "That was the whole point of–"

"Well, you're a little too close," I snarl at her, spinning around. "Are you even after the information? Or is this just some tryst for you?"

"Tryst? I… That's just…"

"Tell me, Lieutenant, are you attracted to him?"

"What? No!" she cries, stepping back. "I just–"

"Just what?" I frown at her.

"Doing my job." She glares at me, and I scowl. "If I didn't know better, I'd think…"