Title: Exerting Oneself
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He's dead, and Archer actually cares.
Pairing: KimbleyArcher
Warnings: Yaoi, character angst (?), character death, OOCness, swearing
He's dead. A hole in his chest and everything. That's what I heard.
Hell if I was by his side as he was dying. I don't care enough.
So why was I the one notified first when his body was found? I'm not his husband. God, I don't even want to think about it.
But as if I can turn from that fact that we screwed.
Ever since our first time together, I knew he wouldn't love me. He didn't hold me and tell me any romantic stupidities. He just fucked me, smirked, and left. It was ideal for both of us. We lost nothing, but we gained so much pleasure.
Yes, it was loveless, but did that matter? Maybe it still matters. All because a person doesn't love you, doesn't mean you can't love them back.
But he's dead. So who cares?
I do care. And he's dead.
When I die, I can just imagine him smirking again and saying, "Shit, Archer, you really are a big softie." Then he'll laugh and say, "I'm not in love with you".
I know, you selfish asshole. But I love you.
Owari
And next, on the list... more Kimbley x Archer love. 3