Property

Title: lang=EN-US>Property.

Fandom: FMA.

Characters: Greed, Archer.

Rating: R.

Genre: Angst? Romance.

Notes: Fifth drabble for velvet_mace, who efficiently reduced me to a
gleeful dork. And yes, I'm still writing Armstrong/Al, fear not. Kimble sneaked
into this, sorry, couldn't help it. ^^;

Property.lang=EN-US>

This isn't about Kimble. This isn't about who he fucks at night. This isn't
about who he fucks in the middle of the day. This isn't even about betrayal.

This, Archer knows, is all about property.

So when Greed arches his hips and drives into him without a care about him, it's
not for Kimble that he does - like Archer stands still and let's it go it's
way, because for him it is about Kimblee and who he fucks in the day and
the night - it's because he can't stand the thought of having lost one of his
toys.

He's not punishing Kimble for running away - pale, shaken Kimble, who stares
uncomprehending as his former master takes his oldest master and twist him into
something completely unlike himself - no, he punishing Archer, because
he dared to seduce Kimble away from him. And that, in and of itself, is
unforgivable.

"Mine," Greed says, says and doesn't ask, because he's Greed,
and everything's his somehow, "Mine."

"Yours," Archer acknowledges, quietly, between raged breaths, because
there's pain and just the barest hints of pleasure and it's just too much, just
for Kimble, "Yours."

Greed comes, Archer cries out and Kimble tears a little more. He's property
now, but whose?