A Fair Price
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
Title: A Fair Price
Pairing: ArcherxRoy, implied ArcherxEd
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, knife play, blood play, bondage, breath control, mental fuckery
Feedback: Please Read & Review
Disclaimer: Don\'t own FMA, ain\'t profiting. S\'all good.
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The anger that burned within the Flame Alchemist was hotter than any fire he had ever burned. When he arrived at Central Headquarters, climbing the stairs two at a time, he found he couldn’t exactly remember how he got there.
He was… a sight. His button down undershirt was untucked and wrinkled, he was completely missing his jacket and flair, his pants were also wrinkled and his boots were half laced. The military’s standard on hair style was lax in comparison to most countries, but even his was a stretch – completely disheveled and slightly damp. Roy Mustang would never in his right mind be caught dead in public dressed the way he was dressed.
Of course, he was not in his right mind.
He barreled through the hallways, narrowly missing a group of enlisted, before practically knocking down the door to Lieutenant Colonel Archer’s outer office. His Lieutenant was not present to provide interference, which was good for them both (but more so for the Lieutenant), so he charged into Archer’s private office.
Archer sat comfortably behind his desk, unalarmed at the sudden intrusion, while his rather shocked Lieutenant stared at him wide-eyed, halting in the middle of handing a stack of file folders to his commanding officer.
“LEAVE,” Roy shouted at the startled soldier from the doorway. The poor Lieutenant had to practically squeeze around the form of a fuming, infamous colonel to make his escape and Roy slammed the door shut behind him. He advanced on the man sitting smugly behind his desk and hurled a crumpled piece of paper directly at his face.
“What is this!?” he snarled lowly, slamming his hands onto the desk top, letting the man see his rage.
Archer had opened his mouth to protest the ordering around of his own subordinate, but thought better of it, snapping it shut and deciding instead to slip into his usual stance of arrogance.
“At work on your day off? Truly you are a gift to the military, Colonel,” he replied, knowing full well what the paper was that had gracelessly bounced off his cheek.
In one swift move, Roy reached for Archer’s collar, pulled him forward and planted a solid fist into the side of his mouth.
”WHERE IS FULLMETAL!?” he roared into the pale man’s face.
Archer recovered with a grimace and reached a hand up to his mouth. His lip had split and he found blood on his fingers.
“That’s none of your concern,” he replied with a defiant smile, his teeth gruesomely streaked with red.
Roy reared back and punched him again in the jaw before releasing his collar, panting.
“Don’t think you can challenge me, you son of a bitch,” Roy rasped, “I outrank you and I order you to give me the status of Fullm-” Roy’s words trialed off as his eyes settled on Archer’s shoulder.
The former Lieutenant Colonel tested his jaw, flexing it in a circle before addressing his attacker, “Ahh, you noticed? I’ve been promoted,” he gestured towards the epaulettes on his shoulders, “You no longer outrank me. You can’t order me to do anything.”
Roy staggered back from the desk in shock, leaning heavily against the door, wincing in obvious pain while Archer chuckled smugly. He had overexerted himself by far and was paying the price. His shoulders were screaming, he had managed to reopen the gash along his belly and all the running had caused painful friction between the rough cloth of his pants and the wounds on his thighs. If his fist connecting with Archer’s face hadn’t felt so satisfying, he might have wished he hadn’t gone to confront him at all. He could have just gone home and thought things through. He really should have done that anyway...
“That’s quite a bruise you have there. In fact, you don’t look too well at all,” Archer intoned with cruel amusement, not even attempting to hide the threat in his voice, “I’d think you’d be grateful for the time off. You’d do well to take it, Colonel. You won’t get those vacation days back,” He smiled again coldly, “Besides, what would your dear Lieutenant Hawkeye say if she found out where that bruise came from?”
A bead of stinging sweat dripped into Roy’s stomach wound and he cringed with a hiss, pressing his hand to his belly. Archer rose slowly from his large office chair and rounded the desk, “It’s a rather odd shape,” he continued, stepping closer to Roy as he spoke, “A perfect line along the bottom of your jaw. Couldn’t be easily blamed on a fight or an accident...”
Archer stood before Roy who lifted his head and stared back at him angrily, nostrils flared and brows furrowed, “I’m sure she’d notice the little grimaces too,” he said, almost as soft as a whisper, his mouth mere inches from Roy’s, “She’s a smart woman, I’ve been watching her too, you know,” Roy’s eyes narrowed, “You see, you have a certain air about you, Colonel; a presence. Dress aside, I could tell you were off your game the second you stepped through this door,” Archer laid his palm flat against it next to Roy’s head, boxing him in, “You’re in pain, Mustang.”
Distracted by the arm next to his head and the general closeness, Roy didn’t notice the hand moving to the front of his pants until it was too late. Archer grazed the back of his fingers against Roy’s groin as he leaned in further, lips brushing the corner of the stunned man’s mouth, “I can almost smell it.”
Roy had had enough. He snarled and drove his fist into the soft tissue of Archer’s belly, who fell against Roy’s shoulder with an “Oof!” before staggering back, struggling for air. Roy then landed a strained uppercut into Archer’s crotch and the man dropped like a stone.
“Don’t think you can threaten me,” he spat, “I’ll get Fullmetal back, and after I do, I’ll destroy you.” He turned to leave, as Archer wheezed below him, doubled over on himself. There wasn’t much power behind Roy’s strike, as much pain as he was in. It was enough to knock the man down, but not enough to completely incapacitate him.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me on my promotion?” a seemingly far away voice grated out. Roy ignored him.
“Fullmetal,” Archer said between slight wheezes and Roy froze with his hand already turning the doorknob, “The brass. They’re happy, I got him,” he paused; partly to breathe and partly to make Roy wait, “You won’t get him back.”
Roy drew a breath and slammed the door shut behind him on his way out, almost colliding with a pretty young blonde in the process, one of the only ones who actually couldn’t stand the sight of him.
Winry Rockbell stood before him surprised, eyebrows rising as she took in his disheveled form, but she quickly fell into a prize-winning scowl and they stared at each other for longer than what would usually be considered appropriate.
“What are you doing here?!” he finally asked her abruptly, completely disregarding the usual courtesy he bestowed upon all women, young or old, friend or… daughter of his past mistakes.
Winry huffed and turned up her nose, “That’s none of your business.” She replied, plopping down into one of the few chairs lined against the wall where people waited to be seen by whoever’s office… they happened… to be… outside of…
Archer?!
Roy’s mind reeled.
Just then, the door to the office in question opened and a warm, amiable voice spoke from the doorframe, a voice that Roy knew couldn’t possibly have been sincere, “Ah, Ms. Rockbell! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long?”
Winry stood up quickly and brushed past Roy, but stopped when she saw Archer’s face, flushed and moist, his lip fat. He was still having a bit of trouble breathing, but he masked it well. Her mouth parted in surprise and she turned to look back at Roy’s mussed hair and bruised jaw. It was obvious there had been a fight.
Archer stood back and held the door open further, gesturing with his arm, “Please, come in,” he smiled.
Roy turned to watch the girl proceed past Archer into the office after a wary moment’s hesitation and glared in horrified anger as the smile on Archer’s face turned predatory.
Pairing: ArcherxRoy, implied ArcherxEd
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, knife play, blood play, bondage, breath control, mental fuckery
Feedback: Please Read & Review
Disclaimer: Don\'t own FMA, ain\'t profiting. S\'all good.
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The anger that burned within the Flame Alchemist was hotter than any fire he had ever burned. When he arrived at Central Headquarters, climbing the stairs two at a time, he found he couldn’t exactly remember how he got there.
He was… a sight. His button down undershirt was untucked and wrinkled, he was completely missing his jacket and flair, his pants were also wrinkled and his boots were half laced. The military’s standard on hair style was lax in comparison to most countries, but even his was a stretch – completely disheveled and slightly damp. Roy Mustang would never in his right mind be caught dead in public dressed the way he was dressed.
Of course, he was not in his right mind.
He barreled through the hallways, narrowly missing a group of enlisted, before practically knocking down the door to Lieutenant Colonel Archer’s outer office. His Lieutenant was not present to provide interference, which was good for them both (but more so for the Lieutenant), so he charged into Archer’s private office.
Archer sat comfortably behind his desk, unalarmed at the sudden intrusion, while his rather shocked Lieutenant stared at him wide-eyed, halting in the middle of handing a stack of file folders to his commanding officer.
“LEAVE,” Roy shouted at the startled soldier from the doorway. The poor Lieutenant had to practically squeeze around the form of a fuming, infamous colonel to make his escape and Roy slammed the door shut behind him. He advanced on the man sitting smugly behind his desk and hurled a crumpled piece of paper directly at his face.
“What is this!?” he snarled lowly, slamming his hands onto the desk top, letting the man see his rage.
Archer had opened his mouth to protest the ordering around of his own subordinate, but thought better of it, snapping it shut and deciding instead to slip into his usual stance of arrogance.
“At work on your day off? Truly you are a gift to the military, Colonel,” he replied, knowing full well what the paper was that had gracelessly bounced off his cheek.
In one swift move, Roy reached for Archer’s collar, pulled him forward and planted a solid fist into the side of his mouth.
”WHERE IS FULLMETAL!?” he roared into the pale man’s face.
Archer recovered with a grimace and reached a hand up to his mouth. His lip had split and he found blood on his fingers.
“That’s none of your concern,” he replied with a defiant smile, his teeth gruesomely streaked with red.
Roy reared back and punched him again in the jaw before releasing his collar, panting.
“Don’t think you can challenge me, you son of a bitch,” Roy rasped, “I outrank you and I order you to give me the status of Fullm-” Roy’s words trialed off as his eyes settled on Archer’s shoulder.
The former Lieutenant Colonel tested his jaw, flexing it in a circle before addressing his attacker, “Ahh, you noticed? I’ve been promoted,” he gestured towards the epaulettes on his shoulders, “You no longer outrank me. You can’t order me to do anything.”
Roy staggered back from the desk in shock, leaning heavily against the door, wincing in obvious pain while Archer chuckled smugly. He had overexerted himself by far and was paying the price. His shoulders were screaming, he had managed to reopen the gash along his belly and all the running had caused painful friction between the rough cloth of his pants and the wounds on his thighs. If his fist connecting with Archer’s face hadn’t felt so satisfying, he might have wished he hadn’t gone to confront him at all. He could have just gone home and thought things through. He really should have done that anyway...
“That’s quite a bruise you have there. In fact, you don’t look too well at all,” Archer intoned with cruel amusement, not even attempting to hide the threat in his voice, “I’d think you’d be grateful for the time off. You’d do well to take it, Colonel. You won’t get those vacation days back,” He smiled again coldly, “Besides, what would your dear Lieutenant Hawkeye say if she found out where that bruise came from?”
A bead of stinging sweat dripped into Roy’s stomach wound and he cringed with a hiss, pressing his hand to his belly. Archer rose slowly from his large office chair and rounded the desk, “It’s a rather odd shape,” he continued, stepping closer to Roy as he spoke, “A perfect line along the bottom of your jaw. Couldn’t be easily blamed on a fight or an accident...”
Archer stood before Roy who lifted his head and stared back at him angrily, nostrils flared and brows furrowed, “I’m sure she’d notice the little grimaces too,” he said, almost as soft as a whisper, his mouth mere inches from Roy’s, “She’s a smart woman, I’ve been watching her too, you know,” Roy’s eyes narrowed, “You see, you have a certain air about you, Colonel; a presence. Dress aside, I could tell you were off your game the second you stepped through this door,” Archer laid his palm flat against it next to Roy’s head, boxing him in, “You’re in pain, Mustang.”
Distracted by the arm next to his head and the general closeness, Roy didn’t notice the hand moving to the front of his pants until it was too late. Archer grazed the back of his fingers against Roy’s groin as he leaned in further, lips brushing the corner of the stunned man’s mouth, “I can almost smell it.”
Roy had had enough. He snarled and drove his fist into the soft tissue of Archer’s belly, who fell against Roy’s shoulder with an “Oof!” before staggering back, struggling for air. Roy then landed a strained uppercut into Archer’s crotch and the man dropped like a stone.
“Don’t think you can threaten me,” he spat, “I’ll get Fullmetal back, and after I do, I’ll destroy you.” He turned to leave, as Archer wheezed below him, doubled over on himself. There wasn’t much power behind Roy’s strike, as much pain as he was in. It was enough to knock the man down, but not enough to completely incapacitate him.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me on my promotion?” a seemingly far away voice grated out. Roy ignored him.
“Fullmetal,” Archer said between slight wheezes and Roy froze with his hand already turning the doorknob, “The brass. They’re happy, I got him,” he paused; partly to breathe and partly to make Roy wait, “You won’t get him back.”
Roy drew a breath and slammed the door shut behind him on his way out, almost colliding with a pretty young blonde in the process, one of the only ones who actually couldn’t stand the sight of him.
Winry Rockbell stood before him surprised, eyebrows rising as she took in his disheveled form, but she quickly fell into a prize-winning scowl and they stared at each other for longer than what would usually be considered appropriate.
“What are you doing here?!” he finally asked her abruptly, completely disregarding the usual courtesy he bestowed upon all women, young or old, friend or… daughter of his past mistakes.
Winry huffed and turned up her nose, “That’s none of your business.” She replied, plopping down into one of the few chairs lined against the wall where people waited to be seen by whoever’s office… they happened… to be… outside of…
Archer?!
Roy’s mind reeled.
Just then, the door to the office in question opened and a warm, amiable voice spoke from the doorframe, a voice that Roy knew couldn’t possibly have been sincere, “Ah, Ms. Rockbell! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long?”
Winry stood up quickly and brushed past Roy, but stopped when she saw Archer’s face, flushed and moist, his lip fat. He was still having a bit of trouble breathing, but he masked it well. Her mouth parted in surprise and she turned to look back at Roy’s mussed hair and bruised jaw. It was obvious there had been a fight.
Archer stood back and held the door open further, gesturing with his arm, “Please, come in,” he smiled.
Roy turned to watch the girl proceed past Archer into the office after a wary moment’s hesitation and glared in horrified anger as the smile on Archer’s face turned predatory.