A/N: This will be a multichapter story. So basically, this is not for the weak of stomach, nor the weak of mind. If you are into fluff and consensual sex...this probably isn't the fic for you. There will be happy lovey dovey relationships later, but not until the very end of the story. Current non-con ArcherHavoc, eventual RoyHavoc. Enjoy the read.

Warnings: Oral sex, beatings, non consensual sexual acts and ANGST!!!

Disclaimer: Really, I don't own it. If I did, it certainly wouldn't be a children's show.

Chapter 1:

"My my, if it isn't one of Mustang's loyal dogs." Havoc almost winced at the smile that curled on that all too pale face.

Snapping up into a salute, the blonde faced the man in front of him with a locked jaw and unblinking eyes. "Colonel Archer sir." He his hand raised, waiting patiently for his newly ranked superior to put him at ease.

Archer did no such thing, instead choosing to lean forward on his desk, folding his hands under his chin with a smug smile. "I do believe that my summon was for Colonel Mustang himself, not one of his little puppies." His smile was smug, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Havoc stiffened, moving his gaze off to the side some, but still standing firm in his salute. "The Colonel isn't well today sir." He stated, before flicking his bright blue gaze back up to lock firmly onto the dark haired man's face. "He's at home in bed, I will relay any message you require for him to hear." He hadn't wanted to come, but Mustang was in no shape to deal with this son of a bitch. The flame alchemist was bedridden with a high fever, having worked himself up with worry over the Elric brothers…meaning that Archer was directly at fault for his condition.

Archer clicked his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head with a small grin. "Now that won't do at all. How irresponsible of the Colonel…slacking off all day and leaving his lackeys to deal with his important matters."

Havoc forgot his rank for a moment, slamming his hands down on the desk in front of him with a growl. "Don't you dare talk about the Colonel like that!" He roared, leaning forward to glare at Archer. "It's your own damned fault that he's worked himself to death and you know it!" If there was one thing that Jean Havoc couldn't stand, it was letting someone talk shit about Mustang.

Archer's smile fell, his gaze narrowing dangerously. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak freely soldier." He stated, leaning back in his chair some. "That's direct insubordination."

Havoc gritted his teeth, drawing his hands to his side and balling them into fists. "Of course." He stated, his voice shaking somewhat. "Forgive me sir. I should not have behaved like that towards a superior officer." He had to be careful where he was treading, or he could step on the wrong feet.

Archer rose from his chair, his calm carefree demeanor returning once more. "No harm done soldier." He stated, strolling around to prop himself up against the edge of the desk, right in front of the blonde. He watched the second lieutenant carefully, his eyes boring into the man's skin as he took in everything. The subtle shaking of Havoc's fists at his sides, the finger tips that dug into the younger soldier's palms, the slight tightening of his shoulders as the dark haired man approached him. Nothing escaped Archer's scrutinizing gaze. "You're very loyal to him…aren't you?"

Havoc felt his head snap up, slightly taken aback by the statement, before he found himself frowning once more. "I would follow him to the ends of the earth. My only loyalty lies with him." He was passionate in his beliefs, and his strongest belief was that Colonel Mustang was a good man, with good ideals. And he'd stand next to that man, even if it meant his own demise.

"Hm." Archer reached forward, his hand grabbing at Havoc's chin with bruising force. The blonde let out a shocked noise, stumbling slightly as the Colonel pulled him roughly forward. Archer grinned, tilting the lieutenant's face to the side and examining his expression closely. Releasing the other he allowed him to step back, before he grinned. "I don't believe you."

The hint of mocking in Archer's tone made Havoc bristle once more. His eyes narrowed, and he drew back slightly. "And just why the hell not?"

Seeming to ignore the question completely Archer stood, before beginning to pace around the room, his gaze flicking lazily to the pictures framing the light colored walls. "You know…" He began, stopping as his fingers trailed over a rough watercolor draping the wall just next to the office door. "I found out a little interesting something about the Elric brothers the other day…about what they are…about what they did." The newly promoted Colonel couldn't help but smirk at the tightening of the blonde's shoulders as Havoc tried his best to appear calm. Oh? He'd hit a nerve had he? "And to think, if I said anything, all the work that poor Colonel Mustang has put into keeping these boys out of harms way, would go right out the window…a loyal puppy would never let something like that happen…would he?"

Havoc swallowed as Archer spun around, trailing back towards him with that shit eating grin of his. The blonde felt his jaw tighten, realization sending a chill creeping up his spine. Archer was testing him. He was testing his loyalty, testing his perseverance, and testing his will as a soldier. He clenched his jaw, letting his arms go limp at his sides, and ducking his head in submission. "What is it that you'd have me do…sir."

Archer's grin was that of a man who was getting exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it. The sneer within the sincerity alone would have been enough to cause any man to shudder, and shudder Havoc did. "You're a brave man lieutenant." Archer's voice was practically cooing as he strutted over to the blonde, his hand reaching out to clasp the younger man's shoulder. "Agreeing to the deal when you haven't even heard the conditions yet." He stated, his gaze holding a look of slight accusation.

Havoc couldn't help but scowl at Archer's tone, though he knew he was in no position to object to anything. "I don't need to know the conditions sir." He stated, not willing to back down even in the slightest from the older man's gaze. "I'm willing to do anything it takes to defend my superior officer, sir."

Archer didn't miss the venom in the word, but he chose instead to take it with a grain of salt. He had, however, practically already achieved his goal. Now that he had havoc's cooperation, there was only one more thing that he needed to do. "Soldier, have you had any recent medical examinations?"

Havoc blinked, before relaxing slightly, a confused and skeptical look creasing his features. "Yes sir I have."

"And..?"

"I was all clean sir." He stated, not really sure as to where Archer was going with all of this. "No injuries, no illnesses, no ailments of any sort. 'M the healthiest smoking man I know sir."

"Good." Archer stated, moving his hand slowly up Havoc's throat, relishing the small noise and wide eyed stare that accompanied his actions. "Now, get down on your knees." His fingers pushed on a small nerve bundle at the base of the blonde's neck, pressing down until his knees started to buckle.

Havoc had little choice but to go where that hand was directing him to. Not to say that he would have had much of a say otherwise. As much as he figured, he had a duty to both Mustang and the Chief. A little bit of time with this creep was a small price to pay to ensure that none of them got hurt. He really just wished that he knew what Archer was planning behind that polite demeanor and that wicked grin.

Once Archer had Havoc kneeling at his feet, he slowly drew his hand through the blonde's short, soft strands. He continued petting the lieutenant for a while, not saying a word as he gazed down at Mustang's subordinate with that same damned look on his face. Havoc shifted slighted from where he was on the ground, his eyes shooting to the side uncomfortably as to avoid Archer's piercing gaze. The moment he began to shift to much, the Colonel gathered a fist full of blonde hair in between his fingers, and tugged Havoc's head back up. "Such pretty lips you have Lieutenant." He murmured, running his fingers along the younger soldier's mouth with a small grin. "Let's put it to good use shall we?"

Havoc felt heart plummet down into his stomach. He had subconsciously feared something like this, but he'd never actually expected Colonel Archer to stoop as low as sexual harassment, especially since Havoc had done nothing wrong. He couldn't hold back the quell of terror that molded in his gut as the Colonel reached down, undoing his own trousers, before tugging the fly open. The man drew forth his large and already swollen cock, tugging harshly at Havoc's hair and pulling the blonde towards him.

Archer smiled, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he guided Havoc's resistant head towards his crotch. The lieutenant barely had time to object, the words caught in the back of his throat as Archer forced himself into his mouth, almost choking the lower ranking officer in the process. Havoc felt himself gag, his lips drawing subconsciously away from the intruding appendage. His hands instantly flew to the Colonel's hips, trying to push away, even as the man's hand held him firmly in place. He struggled for only a moment, not daring to bite down as a hand twisted painfully in his hair. His scalp burned painfully, and his eyes began to water uncontrollably. "We have a deal lieutenant." Archer stated gruffly, giving Havoc's head another sharp jerk, a warning for the blonde to behave. "You do as you're told, and the boys and Mustang are left alone. Now suck."

Havoc felt a half growl, half whimper escape his lips. He reluctantly began to take more of the older man into his mouth, his head bobbing in a slow and hesitant way, much in the same matter he'd seen some of his dates do. Archer made a small sound of approval, the hands in his hair only tightening more with each pleased noise. The Colonel's encouragement only served to make Havoc's stomach turn, forcing him to fight down a sudden wave of nausea as the head of the man's cock struck the back of his throat.

After a while, Archer was full out thrusting into the blonde's open mouth, his eyes rolling back and his mouth parted in a small 'o' shape. He breathed deeply, his demeanor remaining still calm, and that smug look still ever present on his features, even in his moments of ecstasy. Havoc tried his best to breathe through his nose, finding that it was plugging up from his watering eyes. He instead attempted to gasp out a breath around Archer's erection, his mind swimming from lack of oxygen. He barely managed a mouthful of air when the Colonel ripped forward, pushing his lips all the way to the man's balls, before a bitter substance filled his mouth. Havoc, surprised by the sudden nauseating taste, made the stupidest mistake of his life. The second he felt the spurt of liquid hit the back of his throat…he bit down. Not hard enough to do permanent damage, but hard enough to send Archer reeling.

It was almost worth it to see that agonized expression on what was usually a smug looking man. However Havoc decided otherwise as a fist collided with the side of his face, knocking his off to the side. His head hit the ground with a dull thud, his mind swimming with pain. Archer didn't look like much, but he sure had one hell of a punch. Havoc slowly pushed himself up, spitting out a mixture of red from his now bleeding cheek, and white from the semen that still caked the inside of his mouth. He only had a moment to recover, before Archer was on him again, kicking him in the stomach hard enough to leave him gasping.

"Son of a bitch." Archer growled, hauling the once again fallen Havoc up to his feet, before dragging him roughly over to his desk. With one sweep the surface's contents lay scattered on the floor, and the blonde found himself face first against cool wood. His arms were tugged sharply back, his shirt opened roughly, a few buttons flying off before the fabric was tugged back behind him to his wrists, binding his hands tightly. His shoulders were rolled in an awkward position, a grimace finding his way his mouth pressed firmly to the desktop. Archer stood back, before reaching around Havoc's waist to undo his belt buckle.

Havoc paled as his belt slowly slid from his pants, Archer undid him, and pulled down, taking the lieutenant's boxer shorts down with them. The blonde twisted, trying to get a better view of Archer from behind him. He was going to get raped. This man was going to rape him, because he was loyal to his superiors. However cold hands never found his hips, and Archer moved no closer to him. Taking the moment of silence, Havoc opened his mouth to try to reason with the man, before the swish of leather slicing through air caught his attention, and moments later the sharp sting metal fell upon his ass. Havoc cried out, arching away as strike after strike began to fall upon his back, arms, and posterior. He tried to move to the side, but every time he moved to far, a hand grasped his bound arms, jerking them up until he thought they were going to snap, and then once he stilled, the beating continued.

Archer said not a word through the whole thing, his features stoic as each lash grew more brutal, the strikes soon taking off flesh with the bite of the buckle as the man beneath him tried his best to stay silent. Havoc bit down on his lips, trying not to let any further noise escape his throat, with little avail. The blonde felt tears brimming in his eyes, his mind fogging with pain as he refused to scream, hoping to outlast the Colonel. But Archer wouldn't stop, not until he had Havoc begging, and beg he did.

"Stop!" The cry escaped the blonde's lips before he could swallow it, and no sooner had the word sounded through the office, did the beatings stop. Archer dropped the belt to the ground, straightening his uniform and reaching down to unbind his prisoner. Havoc slumped down as soon as his arms were released, allowing himself to crumple to the floor in a pathetic pile of blood and tears. His whole body ached, his pride shattered and his mind just a little bit broken.

"Clean yourself up and show yourself out." Archer stated, brushing his hands against the front of his shirt as if to clean it of some invisible filth, before turning towards the door. He paused as his hand reached the handle, his gaze fixed forward and his face calm. "Heed my warning Lieutenant. This isn't over. And I hope that next time we have a little meeting, you'll behavior will be changed sufficiently. Am I clear soldier?" Havoc shook his head, taking in a deep breath as he tried desperately to lift his head from the floor. "I said am I clear. Soldier."

"S-sir." The cracking of the blonde's voice was enough to make the Colonel smile as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Havoc fell completely to the carpet, his chest heaving slightly. He brought his hands up, cupping his swelling face from Archer's punch. Hunching his shoulders he curled up, and began to sob.

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A/N: Drop me a review if you liked/disliked it. If you have complaints about the squiggy nature of the fic, I'll listen to them, but nothing's going to change. This is an ANGSTY fanfiction. And I intend to keep it that way for the most part.