Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Checkmate Part 1-WARNING HAS BDSM

Riza's P.O.V.

I shouldn't do this, I think to myself as I hurry down the icy street. It's late on a Friday night. He may not even be awake. Or home. He could be at a party somewhere.

Still. I need to do it. As much as I think about this, it's time I made a choice. And since I keep coming back anyway…

Well, I came back once, officially. Plenty of times in my mind, but only that one time did I ever make it all the way to his door. After the first time, which didn't go great, it took a lot of effort to finally make the trip.

Fortunately, the second time was better, but I was still so nervous. Too nervous. He could tell. He went easy on me, and I knew he didn't like that. I could see the frustration in his eyes.

I disappointed him.

Which is why I haven't come back a third time until now. He made it clear I shouldn't even bother unless I was certain. "All-in," was the term he used. And he had a point. I have to trust him completely for this to work.

I walk the last block to his building and stop, staring at the call box.

What if he found someone else? Someone he likes better than me? He said he was looking for a new sub, and he told me flat out he was interested in "breaking me in."

A shiver runs down my spine that has nothing to do with how cold it is, and I bite my lip.

I stayed away out of fear. I can't get him out of my head. The things he says, the way he says them. The way he touches me.

But it isn't him I'm afraid of. It's me. It turns me on, being ordered around. Tied up. Punished. Thinking about it is making me wet.

But I'm afraid of what that means. I'm not…adventurous. Or I wasn't before. It scares me that I might be into this. That I am into it.

I glance behind me at the street. It isn't too late to chicken out. I could go home and pretend I never came here. But…

I sigh. The idea of going back to my apartment and getting myself off with the toy in my nightstand…again…isn't appealing. I need something more.

Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and reach for the black button beside his name. Then, I wait.

"Hello?" The sound of his voice makes my stomach tie up in knots.

"It's me," I say softly, my breath a visible cloud in the cold air. "Let me in?"

He doesn't answer, but I hear the buzzer and the lock clicks. I pull the door open and quickly make my way up the stairs. When I reach his apartment, I knock once before instantly burying my hands in the pockets of my coat.

"Riza," he murmurs, opening the door slightly and cocking his hip against the frame. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"I…" My mouth goes dry when I look at him, his dark t-shirt pulled tight over his muscles.

"Yes?" he prompts, and I feel my cheeks heat.

"Sir," I barely whisper, the one word giving him all the information he needs.

He's quiet, so I force my eyes up to his face, even though I know better. His eyebrows are raised, but there's a smirk on his lips.

"You're sure about this?" he asks in a deep voice. "You know what it means?"

"Yes, Sir," I answer, looking down again, away from his eyes.

He starts to open the door wider, and I take a small step, my toe landing on the threshold, when he stops, his lips going to my ear.