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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
5,441
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I Hated You
I Hated You
“I used to stand outside of the eastern headquarters for a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes before I knew I could bring myself to go in. I know you always knew it irritated me to give my report, but I don’t think you ever really understood why. It wasn’t the tedious paperwork, not that that was a positive point, and it wasn’t that I had to make a report about a particular mission. I was aware that was part of the job.
“The fact is, I hated you.”
“Harsh words.”
“But true. I hated you. I hated that most of what came out of your mouth were condescending remarks about my maturity or my height. I despised the fact that even when I tried to be mature—”
“Not that it was often.”
“Bite me.”
“Is that a show of said maturity?”
“I’m going to ignore you now. Like I was saying, when I tried to be mature, you would say exactly the right word or phrase to make me behave like a petulant child. I hated that the only time you showed me any kindness, it was as a father or an uncle would.”
“I’m a bit young for it to have been fatherly.”
“Trust me, old man, it came across that way.”
“You got angry because I cared?”
“I got angry because of how you cared.
“But that wasn’t the only reason I disliked you so much. You were also the only person capable of distracting me or deterring me from my goals. There was a part of me that knew if you showed me just a bit of what I had always hoped you would, I might have actually returned it. I might have forgotten about Al.
“That more than anything made me hate you. I owed Al his body back, and you were making me forget that.”
“Would you like a little confession of my own?”
“What?”
“I used to call you in for no real reason. I knew your threats were empty most of the time. Though, I always feared when you made them to parts of my anatomy.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly think I’d ever get to enjoy them.”
“But I made you bring in more reports as you got older because I saw that you were growing up into a handsome young man, and I tried to enjoy that the only way I ever thought I would. And I rather enjoyed getting you angry. Your face gets nicely flushed when you’re mad.”
“So does yours.”
“Though I much prefer when you look hot and bothered just before sex.”
“Dirty, horny old man.”
“I used to stand outside of the eastern headquarters for a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes before I knew I could bring myself to go in. I know you always knew it irritated me to give my report, but I don’t think you ever really understood why. It wasn’t the tedious paperwork, not that that was a positive point, and it wasn’t that I had to make a report about a particular mission. I was aware that was part of the job.
“The fact is, I hated you.”
“Harsh words.”
“But true. I hated you. I hated that most of what came out of your mouth were condescending remarks about my maturity or my height. I despised the fact that even when I tried to be mature—”
“Not that it was often.”
“Bite me.”
“Is that a show of said maturity?”
“I’m going to ignore you now. Like I was saying, when I tried to be mature, you would say exactly the right word or phrase to make me behave like a petulant child. I hated that the only time you showed me any kindness, it was as a father or an uncle would.”
“I’m a bit young for it to have been fatherly.”
“Trust me, old man, it came across that way.”
“You got angry because I cared?”
“I got angry because of how you cared.
“But that wasn’t the only reason I disliked you so much. You were also the only person capable of distracting me or deterring me from my goals. There was a part of me that knew if you showed me just a bit of what I had always hoped you would, I might have actually returned it. I might have forgotten about Al.
“That more than anything made me hate you. I owed Al his body back, and you were making me forget that.”
“Would you like a little confession of my own?”
“What?”
“I used to call you in for no real reason. I knew your threats were empty most of the time. Though, I always feared when you made them to parts of my anatomy.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly think I’d ever get to enjoy them.”
“But I made you bring in more reports as you got older because I saw that you were growing up into a handsome young man, and I tried to enjoy that the only way I ever thought I would. And I rather enjoyed getting you angry. Your face gets nicely flushed when you’re mad.”
“So does yours.”
“Though I much prefer when you look hot and bothered just before sex.”
“Dirty, horny old man.”