Breaking Havoc

A/N: It's been a while? I own nothing...and I hope people enjoy this chapter?
Thanks for all your support! Sorry to keep you all waiting.

--Chapter 7--

“Well?” Archer stood back, extending his arm out in the direction of his open office door. “I’m waiting.”

This was not were he should be. Havoc drew back some, his eyes fixed on the colonel before him, his throat bobbing in a slow, trembling swallow. He knew that the moment he moved, it would be all over. However, if he didn’t comply, he would just as quickly be dragged into the room, willing or not. There was absolutely nothing he could do, and in short, he was fucked.

His hesitation brought a drop to Archer’s grin, the man’s jaw tightening as he reached out. Havoc couldn’t help but wince, the none too welcome pressure of the older man’s palm slipping down to his lower back, edging him forward. “Come now lieutenant, don’t be shy.” Archer’s voice seemed calm enough, but it held a bite that shot shivers down the blonde’s spine.

Havoc cautiously moved forward, his steps stiff as he turned out of Archer’s grasp, his heart sinking with each step he took into the room. There was a soft click behind him, the sound of the metal lock sliding into place as the doors sealed shut behind him. He swallowed heavily, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he carefully turned to where he knew the other man stood. “Now look Archer, I-”

Havoc barely had time to flinch, fingers grabbing at his collar and tugging him forward. He stumbled, falling into a blow to his cheek, Archer’s hand snapping sharply across his face. With a small cry Havoc drew back, his hands cradling his aching jaw and his eyes slowly brimming with tears. Fuck. The blow itself hadn’t hurt that badly, but the action left Havoc trembling. He took sharp, quick breaths, eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to quell the tears that had begun to roll down his cheeks.

Hands curled around his forearms, jerking his fingers from where they had rested on his cheek and forcing him to turn. Havoc swallowed deeply, his eyes cracking open into a set, neutral gaze as he looked Archer straight on. The slap was nothing, he wouldn’t be broken so easily. No…he couldn’t be broken that easily. He knew what was coming, and if he didn’t approach things calm and collected, there really was very little hope for him.

Archer’s gaze narrowed, and he must have caught a flicker of defiance in Havoc’s eyes, because the next thing the blonde knew he was shoved backwards, his legs catching on the corner of the room’s heavy wooden desk and causing him to fall. He landed, back flat across the surface, pens and other such office material digging harshly into his flesh. He took a sharp breath, quickly forcing himself up and onto his feet.

He’d barely made it two steps when Archer shoved him back down, his hands just managing to brace the wood behind him as he landed on his ass, arms back and legs sprawled over the edge. He bolted up again, but Archer had shoved forward, forcing himself between the seated Lieutenant’s legs and pinning him to the desk. Panic built in Havoc’s chest as he tried to squirm back, fighting against the iron grip around his thighs with little avail.

“Don’t.” Archer leaned forward, the words bit out in a sharp growl as he forced his lips to Havoc’s ear. “Don’t fuck with me Lieutenant.” Havoc couldn’t help but shudder, his teeth clenched together in a deep grit. Fuck. Forget it.

“Get off.” Havoc muttered, jerking his head to the side to escape Archer’s lips.

“No.” The word was a bit of a question, something gentle and deceptively light. “No, I don’t suppose I will.” He was being kinder than he usually was, more gentle, more soothing in his actions. Havoc should have just shut his mouth, he should have just given in, but he didn’t. He pushed.

“Fuck you.” He was scared, but more than that he was furious. Why the hell was this happening to him? What gave Archer the right to do this? “Fuck. You.” He repeated, his eyes flicking up to fix on Archer’s, his brows drawn down into a sneering scowl. “Is this the only way you can get any? By blackmailing your subordinates and intimidating them into silence?” The words were harsh, and Havoc regretted them almost instantly after they’d left his mouth. He was really having issues with this insubordination thing today.

This was his superior officer he was talking to, however distasteful the man may have been. He had power, power that Havoc should have minded when he spoke. Shit,

The silence lay thick in the air, weighing down on them as Havoc’s brain stumbled to reconcile with his mouth. What the fuck had he done? If he’d just shut his yap, like he’d done for the past few weeks, he could have found a way to get out of this intact. Now…now there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, the older man reached up, and Havoc braced himself for the strike, but it never came. Instead his face was cupped, a gentle pressure brushing his lips. Strong hands framed his cheeks, the older man’s mouth slanting down across his own in a disturbingly caring manor. The Colonel didn’t even push the kiss, his touch as soft as anything as he cradled the younger’s bruising jaw.

Havoc started, his body trembling uncontrollably as he clutched at Archer’s shoulders, his eyes wide. This, this he wasn’t expecting. A slap, a punch, yes, but this? He couldn’t handle this.

But Archer wasn’t done. He moved back, Havoc’s fingers slipping from the other’s arms as the older man smirked down at him. “You can tell the world all you like.” Archer’s grin widened a fraction, his fingers tracing Havoc’s quivering lips. “Just don’t forget to tell them just how much you liked it.”

Havoc’s stomach tightened painfully, his gut rolling with chilled fear as Archer’s free hand trailed along the waist of his pants. Fuck, this was not good. “I won’t.” He protested, trying to lean out of the grip the colonel had on his chin. “This isn’t what I want, this is wrong.”

“Mm, we’ll see.” The hand left his cheeks and Archer dropped down, his knees finding the ground just before the desk. His intentions were clear, but it took Havoc until his pants were halfway down his knees to react.

“Wait!” He sat up straight, grabbing at the fingers that curled around the waistband of his shorts and ripping them to the side. “You don’t have to do this.” Panic was bubbling in his chest, his hands trembling even as Archer jerked out of their grasp. The man dug his fingers into Havoc’s hips, his pointed nose pressing into the blonde belly as he worked. “Really, you don’t. We can try something else! Or you could-” His shorts were coming down, and on reflex he moved to grab them, only to have an elbow meet his gut, forcing him back.

“Sit back Lieutenant.” Archer stated, his eyes practically gleaming with joy. “And keep your hands to yourself. That’s an order.”

Havoc watched in dread, his hands twitching at his sides, as Archer’s thumbs gently brushed along his hips, dragging down the only thing that kept him from the blonde’s bare flesh. The lieutenant swallowed heavily, his throat suddenly dry. This was really, really not good. He could scream now, he could cry out for help and hope beyond hope that someone passed by at that particular moment…

“Do try to stay quiet lieutenant.” Archer’s lips gently kissed the soft curls that sprung up from beneath Havoc’s boxer shorts, dragging the fabric down to join the younger’s pants. “Loud noises tend to make me start. And you wouldn’t want me to bite down on anything…important, would you?” Jean gave a slight gasp, Archer’s teeth sinking into the flesh along his thigh.

“Please don’t do this.” He was done with being tough, his tone breaking as those same taunting lips drew across his groin and down. “Please, I’m begging you. Archer, Colonel. Please!”

“I’d cover your mouth Jean.”

***

Roy tapped his fingers impatiently on the edge of his desk, gaze fixed on the blonde woman before him. “And you didn’t stop him?” He growled, his voice dripping with anger as he threw his hands across the surface of the wood, knocking his paperwork gracelessly to the ground.

Hawkeye barely flinched at her superior’s harsh tone, arms cross her chest as she let out a slow tired sigh. Mustang was panicked, he’d been this way since Havoc had been dismissed from his duties for the day. “I really had no choice in the matter sir.” She stated, crouching down to scoop up the files scattered across the floor. She piled them in her arms, straightening their edges before slipping them back on the surface of the desk. “The order came directly from the Fuhrer himself. Some of the military staff have apparently been noticing Havoc’s apparent exhaustion, it was upon a group recommendation that they decided to give him the day.”

Mustang cracked his knuckles irately, his brows drawn down into a harsh scowl. “Well…” He took a slow breath, trying desperately to keep the hiss out of his voice. “Where did he go?”

“Home presumably.” Hawkeye shrugged running her palm across her brow as she gazed at her superior, an annoyed quirk to her frown. “Look sir, I know you’re concerned for him, but he appeared fine last night, besides…” She trailed off, flicking her attention towards the window. “He’s tired, he could use this time off. If you don’t mind me saying sir, just leave him be.”

Roy took a breath, his fist clenching at his front as he slowly drew himself up to a stand, his hand raised to his brow. “That will be all lieutenant.”

She watched him, her gaze all but emotionless as she drew her hand up in a solid salute holding stiff for a moment. “Sir.” Her hand dropped, and with a stony look she rounded and moved briskly out of the office.
A soft click followed the woman’s exit, the sound echoing through the silent room and leaving Roy alone in it’s wake. The man sighed, his hands coming up to cradle his head as he let out a small sound. “Fuck.” He growled, before he tore his hands down, slamming them onto the top of the desk. “FUCK.”

What the fuck did Havoc think he was doing. The way he was playing, the Lieutenant was bound to get himself killed. Those damned scars were deep, and angry too. Roy wasn’t sure what exactly Havoc had gotten into, but he knew that his third had been hurt, and badly.

So why did Havoc just take off? Why hadn’t he checked in?

Because you scared the shit out of him before work, that’s why. He let out a slow groan, burying his head in his gloved palms. He had to do something about this. He needed to figure out exactly what was going on in Havoc’s life, and why the blonde was keeping it from him.

Havoc had always been one of Roy’s best friends, and since Hughes death, he had been one of the only people that he felt he could trust. But now, now Jean was lying to him, straight to his face, and he needed to put a stop to it. But the blonde wasn’t going to talk to him, he knew that much. He needed to find someone who Jean would feel comfortable around, who he wouldn’t deem as a threat…and he knew just the man for the job.

With a frown Roy reached forward, scooping up his phone and placing the receiver to his ear. He dialed a few numbers, his eyes fixed on the turning pad as he listened for the gentle ring on the other end. After a moment he let out a tired sigh. “Yes Hawkeye, I’ll need you to call somebody up for me.”

He looked down at the papers in his hands, scanning over the last of a few mission reports of a certain blonde haired alchemist. “Archer has the Elric boys back in town, I’d like to see them immediately.”

***

“St-stop!” Havoc’s reached down, his fingers batted heedlessly to the side as Archer continued his slow bob along his cock. He bit back a whimpering moan, his hips thrusting up unconsciously into those god damned smirking lips. This wasn’t fair, this was beyond cruel, it was sickening.

Anything, anything would have been better than this. Pants down, legs spread, practically squirming under this bastards tongue. It was just too cruel. The beatings, he could withstand. When Archer was harsh, Havoc could deal. He could hate the man, he could loathe everything about him. But when he was kind, when he was gentle like this, his body just responded.

He whined a bit, bucking up into that irresistible heat despite himself. “Please.” He begged, his toes curling as he twitched, his entire frame trembling from pleasure. “Please!” He didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore as he shot hard, his entire body tensing with his strangled cry.

Archer swallowed Havoc down completely as he came, catching every last drop. Havoc made a small desperate noise and moved to push the Colonel away, but Archer wasn’t finished. The man held him down by the hips, starting the process all over again as he ran his tongue up the bottom of the blonde’s waning erection, slowly easing him into arousal once more.

Havoc felt frustration building in his chest, his throat constricting painfully as he let out a frustrated noise. “Archer please!” He choked back a whimper, angry tears welling in his eyes. “I, I can’t-” A god forsaken sob broke past his lips, his whole frame trembling as he placed his hands to Archer’s crown, gently willing the man to pull away. He couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t.

Those lips curled up as Archer moved back, the man’s grin practically blooming across his features. “You want to try something else?” His curled fingers squeezed at Havoc’s hips, an unsettling gleam shining in his eyes.

“No.” Havoc bit out, trying to hold back the desperation in his tone. He knew Archer wouldn’t listen, and no sooner had he spoken did those lips enveloped him once more, causing him to whine in despair. This was it, this was where his choice was. If he didn’t give in, Archer would never stop. But if he surrendered… He shuddered, Archer’s slow, solid strokes and the warm pressure of his tight set lips causing his cock to stir once more.

No, he wouldn’t just lie here and let Archer bring him to climax again and again until he passed out legs spread on an office desk.

“Wait!” He cried out, drawing his knees up a bit before slamming his hands on the desk. “Just sto- Wait!”

Archer paused, his brows quirking as he glanced up to Havoc’s face, his lips still fastened tightly to the blonde’s cock. He was waiting for an explanation. Havoc could practically see it in his eyes. Why should I stop? What’s in it for me?

Jean swallowed the growing lump in his throat, limbs trembling uncontrollably. He would hate himself for this later and he knew it, but what other choice did he have? This at least, wouldn’t scar…

He reached forward, barely stilling his arms long enough to cradle Archer’s face as he carefully drew the man away from his lap. Once he’d managed to pull Archer off of his cock, he tried his best at a smile, one that came out as nothing short of a grimace. “Let’s-” He swallowed, his voice cracking and his eyes squeezed shut. “Let’s do something else okay?”

Archer grinned and Havoc let his eyes slip shut, fighting back a grimace as his superior took his lips in a gentle kiss. Hands trailed down his torso, slipping beneath his body and causing the blonde to jump. Shit, shit, shit!

He tried to ignore it, tried to push the sensations away, but he could only do that for so long. His entire body stiffened, a sharp cry escaping into Archer’s mouth as a finger pushed quite suddenly into him, jarring his body in ways it wasn’t accustomed. He whipped his head back, wincing as it collided against the desk with a sharp crack.

“Fuck.” He whined, not sure which was more unsettling, the ache in his skull from the collision, or the intruding digit that now hooked deep within him, causing him to shudder. At the moment, he figured it was probably the latter.

“Careful now.” Archer reached up carefully with his free hand, gently cupping the back of Havoc’s head as he pushed at the blonde’s entrance with a second finger.

Havoc kept his jaw shut tight, his body pushing down as something was struck deep inside of him. Shit, he was losing control, completely, to this man. But he wouldn’t give Archer the pleasure of hearing him cave. He focused on the pain in his head, his lips drawn tight in determination.

Archer smiled, carefully withdrawing his fingers and giving Havoc a small look. “Was that not enough for you Lieutenant?” He cooed, his hands moving to his own belt, unbuckling it with a soft click. “I guess we’ll just have to give you more then, hm?”

Havoc didn’t say a word, he jerked his head to the side, fighting back the panic as a dull pressure slid against his body, threatening to push in.

“This may hurt a little.” Archer cooed, his fingers squeezing Havoc’s waist just so, causing the blonde to squirm a bit. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

It wasn’t really a question, because there was only one answer Havoc would be allowed to pick. If he said no, Archer would only find a way to twist his answer into that of acceptance. The man was forcing Havoc to make this consensual, and it was tearing him apart.
“Yeah…” With what little courage he had left Havoc took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the far wall. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” Archer gently pressed his lips to the blonde’s, his tongue slipping past the crease of the other’s mouth as a sharp pain filled the lieutenant’s body. The preparation had been enough to take the edge off of the penetration, but the uncomfortable burn still spread up Havoc’s spine.

“Fuck.” He pulled away from the kiss with a breathless curse, his eyes screwing shut as Archer pushed inside of him, forcing his legs apart and lowering his body between his spread knees. The pressure was awkward, foreign, invading. He squirmed, eliciting a small noise from the man on top of him.

It was agonizingly slow, the stretch of a cock entering his body. He willed himself to relax, to try and ease the discomfort. It was different, being on the receiving end of things, especially when it was not where he wanted to be.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure paused. Archer halted his slow thrust to give the younger man a moment to adjust, bracing one hand against the desk’s surface, while the other found the blonde’s sore cheek. “Does it hurt?”

Havoc could have cried.

“I’m fine.” He choked out, cursing the care in which Archer reached out to caress his chin. He silently willed the colonel to be rough, to be harsh, to be cruel. It would be so much easier to deal with splitting pain than the slight discomfort that his body was slowly becoming accustomed to.

“Can I move?”

Havoc brought his hands to his face, fighting the tightening in his chest that threatened to spill over. He’d cried enough, the last thing he needed was sympathy for his tears. “Yes.”

“Alright.”

The colonel pulled back a bit, easing himself almost entirely out of Havoc’s body, before sliding back in, this time to the hilt. A brief shift of the older man’s hips struck something deep inside the blonde, causing him to cry out in shock. “Wha-!”

“Shh.” Archer’s grin curled back across his features, his hands trailing down Havoc’s form to find his hips, finding that spot again and striking it hard. The blonde made a gurgled, choking noise, his hands flying to his sides to grasp awkwardly at the smooth surface of the desk beneath him. “No noise remember?”

“Ye…” Havoc’s vision grew spotty, white flashing over his eyes, making his head spin. “Yeah.”

“Here.” Archer’s fingers found the other’s lips, palm slipping over his mouth and holding there. “This will keep you quiet.” His thrusts began to quicken, picking up pace with the small grunts that escaped from Havoc’s lips beneath his fingers.

The blonde felt a familiar tightening in his stomach, arousal blinding his vision and clouding his mind. Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to feel this good. Archer’s free arm hooked under one of Havoc’s legs, lifting it up and over his shoulder as he leaned further into the thrusts, Havoc’s head snapping back to collide with the desk once more.

The pain helped to bring the blonde back from the edge, easing him through the wave of sensations that clouded his mind with each tantalizing thrust. Whether he liked it or not, the disgust subsided, replaced by a burning heat that threatened to overwhelm him.

Mentally, he hated himself for it, but his body gave in to the act, his ankles hooking around Archer’s back, his hips rolling subconsciously into the older man’s thrusts. Small whimpers wormed from his covered lips, his vision blurred with unshed tears.

It soon became clear that the more he tried to fight his release, the longer the act would last. Archer wasn’t going to stop until they both finished, and his own body wasn’t going to hold up for his pride. His stomach clenched sporadically, his erection straining against his superior’s hard stomach as he pushed himself down on his cock.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

It killed him, but he couldn’t hold back. His entire body tensed and he found himself shooting hard, his hands bracing desperately against the table. Archer took the chance to move his hand, sealing their lips together as his thrusts picked up pace, slamming Havoc down into the hard wooden surface below them. A couple violent jerks and the man pulled out, finishing himself off with a few short pumps of his hand. The warm semen trickled down Havoc’s leg, cooling as it went and leaving a sticky, drying trail behind it.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between them, their heavy pants filling the air between their hovering lips.

Surprisingly, it was Archer who spoke first. “Towel?”

“S,,,” Havoc swallowed, breathing in deeply. “Sure, yeah.”

“I’ll be back.” The colonel leaned forward, pressing his lips to Havoc’s forehead, before moving away from his spot at the desk.

Havoc shifted on the desk, his legs sliding together in a disgusting pool of bodily fluids. He sucked in a slow, wavering breath, willing himself to calm down. If he didn’t get a handle on his emotions, his thoughts, his breathing. His chest tightened painfully and he let out a small choked noise.

“Here…” Archer was wringing something out, water dripping against porcelain from a far away corner of the room.

“A…” Havoc swallowed, his stomach rolling uncomfortably.

“A warm cloth will clean you up nicely.” The man was moving back into Havoc’s line of sight.

“Archer.”

“Let’s just get this nasty stuff off of you and…”

“Archer!” The blonde forced himself up and into the Colonel’s arms.

The towel hit the floor.

Havoc barely made it through the door of the office’s private bathroom before he collapsed to the ground, his entire body heaving. His hands scrambled for the edge of the toilet bowl, his shoulders hunched up as he wretched the contents of his stomach into the basin before him.

“Ngh.” He shut his eyes tight, hunching up further around the bowl as he choked, heaving into the bowl once more. He body continued to heave and tremble, his flesh pale and kissed with a sheen of sweat. The after shock of their actions had hit him hard, and no sooner had the climax worn off did the nausea hit. He’d actually had to have Archer help him across the room before he’d managed to throw himself at the toilet, his mind swimming as his stomach was emptied.

He spat a couple times, his palms braced against the smooth porcelain of the bathroom floor as he slid down onto his hands and knees. He still felt sick, but he knew the lurching with useless. He hadn’t had anything to eat in over a day, and he’d finished throwing up his three cups of black coffee fifteen minutes ago. Not that he could actually manage to reason with his body. Not today, not after all of this.

His shoulders trembled, another dry heave cracking his lips open in a soft gasp. Pain was pulsing up the base of his spine, the ache slowly building until he felt he would surely collapse. Arms curled around his stomach not a moment to soon, his quivering palms slipping out from underneath him as his body was drawn up into a strong but sickening hold.

“Shh.” Fingers braced his brow, wiping back his damp bangs as he was pulled into Archer’s lap. The action was terrifying in itself, the way that the Colonel could man handle him so easily, treating him like a mere child without even breaking a sweat.

“This is wrong.” Havoc choked out, his hands shooting up to cover his mouth as another wave of nausea hit him. “What if…what if someone found out? What would you…I…we do?”

The fact was, there was no way out of this. Havoc couldn’t claim rape, because he had verbally consented. Willingly or not, he’d enjoyed what they’d done, and could be held equally responsible for the act.

Archer merely smirked, pressing his lips carefully to Havoc’s flushed brow. “There is a way, for me to convince the Fuhrer to over look this.” He paused, watching the blonde carefully before speaking finally with a broad grin. “Go out with me.”


--TBC--