Iron Smut FMA contestant ring!

[mikkeneko]

This is the official writing post for the FMA Iron Smut event! Everyone, watch this thread for the contestants' stories!

Contestants, your smut flavor of the day is: Scar/Any alchemist.

Your theme is: The fall of Ishvar. (Please note that this theme does not exclude lighter or romantic fics.)

You have half an hour to consider what you want to do, OR to appeal to me for an alternative request -- although keep in mind that your alterate challenge may be no better! ^_~

[edit] 12:30: All right, contestants... start! After ten minutes, post your offering below. :D Then continue to post in the same thread for the ensuing time marks.

Good luck, and let's get smutting!

[edit] 2:00: Surprise! Contestants who have not yet finished, you have an extra ten minutes to round off your stories. A gift from your friendly mod. ♥

[edit] 2:10: Okay, contestants, put down your pens! It's time to vote. :)

Voting: Each participant will have two votes to distribute. You cannot vote for the same story twice, no matter how much you like it. In order to cast a vote, respond -- either signed in, or, preferably, anonymously, to the author's story thread.

You have until 2:30 to finish reading the stories and cast your votes. :)

Everyone, thanks for participating!

[edit] 2:30: And at the closing of the votes, it looks like we have a winner!
kawaiimae: four votes
jade_pen: four votes
kaltia: two votes
kaitou_marina: five votes

Congratulations, Kaitou!

Thanks to all the participants, assistants and judges! It was a lot of fun! We'll have to do this again sometime. *throws confetti*

Comments

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

"You killed our own," Roy's voice rang out, somehow...different than usual, Cain thought. Deeper? Huskier? His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of a...paddle?!

Intrigued, Cain opened the door a little more, peering in with large eyes behind large glasses, and found himself dumbstruck at the sight before him.

Scar was naked, somehow tied to Roy's desk, bent at the waist, with a white handkerchief tied as a makeshift gag. Roy stood behind him, paddle in hand, stripped to an open (and barely on) dress shirt and black boxers.

"You nearly killed many more." That same timbre of voice, from Roy Mustang, somehow didn't fit, and yet...

"And now you are captured, ready to be punished." Fury watched on as Roy slid two fingers, without lubrication, in--

Fury couldn't quite say he'd ever watched two men do anything of the sort before -- hell, he couldn't quite say he'd seen anyone do anything of the sort before -- but he knew, he just knew, that something of that nature had to be exceedingly uncomfortable, to say the least.

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

And he could hear it too -- Scar keened behind the gag, followed with some muffled muttering, probably curses in the Ishvaran language.

In, out, in, out, scissoring a bit now and then, Scar continuing to curse and murmur. Roy obviously knew what he was doing, to cause pain at the very least, and while Scar wasn't enjoying it per se...

Fury whimpered, just a little bit, as he watched. He couldn't explain why -- this looked more painful than pleasurable, to be honest -- but for some reason, this was turning him on, more than the blurred pictures of naked women Havoc used to show him when he first entered the office, more than the effects of his small hand late at night in the bathtub...

...he didn't know why, really. And it wasn't as if he really wanted to be in either of their positions--

--or did he? Here was Colonel Mustang, dominating the Ishvaran criminal (in much the same way Amestris itself had dominated Ishvar during that war seven years ago), with some sort of power, with some so control. Decidedly different from what Cain was used to.

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

There was power there, Cain could see it, nearly feel it--Roy in open shirt and boxers with his pants at his ankles, as if able to walk away at any time, openly (or at least close to openly, he hadn't closed his door after all) flaunting his dominance and sexual prowess, with a much larger man tied to his desk of all things, tied and gagged and--

Cain's eyes widened further. He was barely able to believe what had just happened, but then--did Roy just put his--

Scar was screaming behind that decievingly elegant white handkerchief, but for some reason it seemed as if Cain was the only one able to hear it -- even Roy seemed unable to, pushing in mercilessly, hands on the darker one's waist, with an unreadable glint in dark not-quite-black eyes.

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

In, out, in, out, twisting a bit now and then, changing the angle ever so often, Scar screaming and gasping and probably cursing much louder now though Fury couldn't really tell if they were curses or nonsense or what...

Roy was beginning to sweat, the dress shirt sticking to his chest and back, wisps of black hair sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck, eyes closed, looking positively blissful.

Cain himself gave in to the sight, undoing his pants and reaching in, taking his own growing erection in his small hand and stroking firmly, eyes never moving from the sight before him, paperwork long forgotten.

It really was like the state of the country itself, Amestris in total dominance, abusing any who attempted to make changes to the contrary, exercising control with an iron fist, using the resources of the other for its own benefit and sick, twisted pleasure.

Fury would have noted that if he wasn't slightly...distracted, as it were, still in the doorway. He would've watched, if he hadn't slid his eyes closed, the pleasure overwhelming. So close...so close... He had no idea such an image, such a painful thought, was so powerful.

Roy joined Scar in keening with one final thrust, shuddering as he came, hard, struggling not to collapse.

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

Cain also let go, finally, after Roy did, tilting his head downwards to bite at his sleeve to cover his moan.

Scar, he noted, was still unsatisfied as Roy untied him to allow him to dress, though the gag stayed on.

He also noted that Scar's eyes, which had not been covered, had a new, different sort of look in them. They had also been full of contempt and anger, as long as Fury had seen them (usually secondhand), but now that seemed to be multiplied, amplified, by the latest show of cruelty. But since he was facing away from Roy, the colonel did not notice.

Perhaps this, too, was like Amestris' dominance. It was there, it was obviously there in that gag and the marks from the paddle and the ties, but there was resistance in the minds of the submitted. And of course, Amestris had no idea that it was going on, by any means.

Cain quickly took a tissue from his pocket and cleaned up, reclosing his pants and standing up.

*

The next day, Scar was moved to a prison facility.

That same day, Roy Mustang became Brigadier General, and Cain Fury became a Warrant Officer.

[kawaiimae.livejournal.com]

PS: The fic ends here.

[herongale]

Snappy. Pure, unrepentant porn. Porn WITHIN porn, with a little voyeurism. Points for bondage and Scar on bottom kink.

One vote from me. ♥

[(Anonymous)]

Gets my vote. It's smut. Probably the only of the contestant fics that actually understood the word "smut." And it's good smut. Hot smut. We like.

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

Non-con, voyeurism, and politics make for very hot porn indeed. Of all the smut, this is definitely the smuttiest. This gets my vote.

[(Anonymous)]

This was just. . .yeah. *melts* one vote from me!