The Next Best Thing
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,345
Reviews:
16
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4
Roy Mustang had a problem. There were some types of anger that could only be satisfied by a solid smack, by the visceral pleasure gained from a good solid punch to an opponents face. There were also some opponents that were so disgusting, so aberrant; that the thought of touching them outweighed the primal satisfaction the aforementioned hit would gain. He had no desire to touch Frank Archer, but damn if he was going to let the man go without some manner of violent confrontation.
Thankfully the man was easy to find, and Roy was almost inclined to experience a moment of belief in some manner of sympathetic deity, as Archer was alone. “Archer.”
The distasteful man turned, one eyebrow raised in eloquent question, most likely in response to the venom Roy wasn’t even bothering to contain. It was apparent in Roy’s voice, in his aggressive stance as he glared. “Was there something you needed…sir?”
There was a wealth of mockery in that slight pause, and a depth of hatred. Roy was pleased, in a perverse sort of way. At each knew they despised the other, and that abhorrence was reciprocated. It made confrontations so much easier.
“You will leave my men out of your damn games.”
That drew a silky sweet smile out of Archer, the kind with very little humor and just enough teeth. “I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try and pull that with me.” Roy snarled, loosing that last little bit of self-control to which he had been trying to cling. “You damn near broke Havoc.”
“Ah, that is where you are wrong, Mustang. I did break him. There was no ‘near’ about it.” A smug sort of pride saturated Archers voice, gleamed in his eyes.
“You…bastard.”
“What is really bothering you, Mustang? Is it the fact that I hurt your favorite dog? Does it hurt you I had him weeping on the floor, bound and bleeding?” Archer leaned close, the look on his face all but daring Mustang to strike him. “Or does it upset you I have a claim on him that you don’t? Are you angry I used your property before you had the chance?”
Roy choked on whatever it was he had been about to say, whatever reflexive retort had bubbled to he surface. Archer’s words forced an introspection he had never wanted, and wanted to deny.
“You left him unprotected, Mustang, and I used him.” Archer was close enough to feel the labored panting that betrayed Mustang’s distress. “He cried, he begged me to stop. But you know, by the end, he was just begging for me to finish. Interesting, isn’t it? How a man can change his mind, how he can adapt to any situation. He adapted alright, you wouldn’t believe how amazed I was when I realized he had gotten off on it.”
“You damn liar.” Roy’s previous indecision resolved itself and he threw a punch. It was a hasty, clumsy hit, more suited to an amateur in a bar room brawl than a professional soldier, and Archer easily moved out of the way.
“He called for you, Mustang. He called out your name as I beat him, as I fucked him, and he called out your name as he came. Isn’t that interesting.”
It was odd to hear such coarse speech from the usually refined man, and Roy was led to wonder just how much of the man he knew was an act, a bid for the top just as much of what Roy said and did was aimed at the same goal. He latched onto that inconsistency, on the fact he wanted to consider what it could mean. It was so much easier than trying to muddle through what the man was saying.
“Now, unless you have further business with me, I have a meeting to attend and no desire to be late.” Archer straightened out invisible wrinkles in his uniform, his usual bland self-possession replacing the vicious pleasure in Mustang’s discomfort. “You would do well not to leave your things unattended, Mustang. Other people might decide they want them.”
Roy shuddered slightly as the man left, unable to ignore the message hidden in those parting words. Archer was not done. Archer was not done…
“Like hell.” Roy took a moment to compose himself. Archer might not be done, but now that Roy understood the rules of the twisted game being played he had a better chance of defense. And to plan his own sort of assault…
Thankfully the man was easy to find, and Roy was almost inclined to experience a moment of belief in some manner of sympathetic deity, as Archer was alone. “Archer.”
The distasteful man turned, one eyebrow raised in eloquent question, most likely in response to the venom Roy wasn’t even bothering to contain. It was apparent in Roy’s voice, in his aggressive stance as he glared. “Was there something you needed…sir?”
There was a wealth of mockery in that slight pause, and a depth of hatred. Roy was pleased, in a perverse sort of way. At each knew they despised the other, and that abhorrence was reciprocated. It made confrontations so much easier.
“You will leave my men out of your damn games.”
That drew a silky sweet smile out of Archer, the kind with very little humor and just enough teeth. “I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try and pull that with me.” Roy snarled, loosing that last little bit of self-control to which he had been trying to cling. “You damn near broke Havoc.”
“Ah, that is where you are wrong, Mustang. I did break him. There was no ‘near’ about it.” A smug sort of pride saturated Archers voice, gleamed in his eyes.
“You…bastard.”
“What is really bothering you, Mustang? Is it the fact that I hurt your favorite dog? Does it hurt you I had him weeping on the floor, bound and bleeding?” Archer leaned close, the look on his face all but daring Mustang to strike him. “Or does it upset you I have a claim on him that you don’t? Are you angry I used your property before you had the chance?”
Roy choked on whatever it was he had been about to say, whatever reflexive retort had bubbled to he surface. Archer’s words forced an introspection he had never wanted, and wanted to deny.
“You left him unprotected, Mustang, and I used him.” Archer was close enough to feel the labored panting that betrayed Mustang’s distress. “He cried, he begged me to stop. But you know, by the end, he was just begging for me to finish. Interesting, isn’t it? How a man can change his mind, how he can adapt to any situation. He adapted alright, you wouldn’t believe how amazed I was when I realized he had gotten off on it.”
“You damn liar.” Roy’s previous indecision resolved itself and he threw a punch. It was a hasty, clumsy hit, more suited to an amateur in a bar room brawl than a professional soldier, and Archer easily moved out of the way.
“He called for you, Mustang. He called out your name as I beat him, as I fucked him, and he called out your name as he came. Isn’t that interesting.”
It was odd to hear such coarse speech from the usually refined man, and Roy was led to wonder just how much of the man he knew was an act, a bid for the top just as much of what Roy said and did was aimed at the same goal. He latched onto that inconsistency, on the fact he wanted to consider what it could mean. It was so much easier than trying to muddle through what the man was saying.
“Now, unless you have further business with me, I have a meeting to attend and no desire to be late.” Archer straightened out invisible wrinkles in his uniform, his usual bland self-possession replacing the vicious pleasure in Mustang’s discomfort. “You would do well not to leave your things unattended, Mustang. Other people might decide they want them.”
Roy shuddered slightly as the man left, unable to ignore the message hidden in those parting words. Archer was not done. Archer was not done…
“Like hell.” Roy took a moment to compose himself. Archer might not be done, but now that Roy understood the rules of the twisted game being played he had a better chance of defense. And to plan his own sort of assault…