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An Unvirtuous Dream

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The room was quiet, with only the soft sounds of humming equipment audible. Spanner laid on the couch with an ice pack pressed on his wounds that were still healing per Kyoka’s orders. Hearing it crinkle as he adjusted it across his face. The harsh and sharp sting of the cold hurt against his cheek, but it was satisfying to know his condition had improved.

It meant he was closer to being able to get back to his mission.

Spanner was alone right now. Normally Kyoka would be watching over him while in a state like this. But she had to go out “for business”, in her words. Who knew what the hell she was up to with such a vague description.

But if there was anything that it could revolve around, it would be the driver in progress down the hall. He had a good hunch about it.

They’ve known each other for so long by this point. Ever since she saved his life ten years ago, they had become incredibly close. Becoming something of a guardian figure for him across that decade. It paradoxically felt like both such a short but also long period of time all at once.

After returning back from this encounter with Minato, he could see just how worried sick she was when he arrived at the doorstep. Bloodied, bruised, and his chemy cards taken away from him. Thanks to Sabimaru’s quick thinking, his condition was better than it could have been. He didn’t know what would have happened if he and the others weren’t there…

Until he was fully healed, he was ordered to just lay on this couch and not move a centimeter. He knew better than to argue with Kyoka about it. And she was right. During the past few days he rested on the couch as she bandaged him up, then feeding him meals with what he knew was too much coriander.

(Those meals didn’t taste bad per say, thankfully he was able to eat it without it tasting like soap. It’s just that the texture was indeed ridiculous.)

His spirit was crushed from all of this. Even thinking such a thought was like poison to him. Striking with a sting so harsh it almost felt as bad as the wounds he sustained. Almost.

But it was pretty close.

Continuing to lose in fights, getting tossed around like a rag-doll. And that kid getting so confident over being a rider since they first met. Not to mention how Rinne just gained the power to become one as well…

He thought that these feelings that he loathed having were well hidden, sealed behind lock and key. With the key thrown away in the trash. Unable to show through any of his features, keeping any and all cracks within him sealed—

But Kyoka knew.

Spanner would never be able to hide something like that from her. Deep down, this was something he knew all too well.

He was in a slump. As much as it loathed him to admit that to himself. As painful as the thought was any time that it passed. Most of him still didn’t admit it at all, his stubborn pride was so strong, causing a split within his thoughts and emotions. But the small part of it that was breaking away, that was where this was felt.

And nothing could get past Kyoka.

Well, most things anyways.

There was another thing Spanner wouldn’t ever dare to say aloud.

It was his relationship with Minato. They’d become incredibly close over time, morphing into something more than just comrades having worked together after graduation.

She still had no idea about it, and would prefer to keep it that way for as long as it was possible. Spanner did not have the mental capacity to deal with however she’d react.

But there was also the fact that Minato was not the man Spanner knew right now. As he stared at the ceiling as he laid on the couch, his mind kept playing back his talk with Minato a few days ago.

When it was just the two of them, when it was revealed to him that his senpai had changed sides. And he was here to take his ring, and wipe his memories clean. That he’d betrayed all of them, that he was working with Geryon.

The coldness in his eyes, the sternness in his voice. It all just felt so unlike him.

And after all they had been through together, especially after his graduation… Such a stark difference from the Minato he came to know so closely, who he came to develop feelings for during their time working together when he became an alumni. This wasn’t the Minato he knew.

It couldn’t be, right?

The whole situation still formed a pit within his stomach that felt as if it weighed tons. His heart ached.

And yet, there was something about it all that made his heart race paradoxically at the same time. It set his nerves on fire. Warmth pooling up where he could have sworn that pit of despair inside him was.

Fixated on how he spoke to him in such a stern manner, looking down at him, chiding him about how he still needed guidance from him.

Every inch of his skin began to prickle as his thoughts continued to wander towards this direction.

Just what would he need guidance for? How would he personally give it to him? What would have happened if Minato had him cornered there, if the others hadn’t made it in time. If it was only the two of them. What could, and would he do to him—

He couldn’t be thinking about Minato and this situation in such a… unvirtuous manner. It wasn’t right.

Shaking his head, slamming the ice pack harder against his face, letting the shock of the cold that dug within his cheek ground him and bring him back to earth. Spanner rubbed his face with his free palm with a deep sigh. He felt so scandalized by this.

Spanner was not unfamiliar with… such thoughts, or even intimacy with Minato. It would not have been the first time two had shared such private moments, ones that only the two of them would ever be the ones to know about either. This would actually have been far from the first time he’d have such thoughts about him either.

Yes he struggled with them at the very start, but it was different now.

But it was never like this. Things were different now. Minato was different now.

He shouldn’t be fantasizing about Minato like this when he wasn’t truly himself. Or what Spanner thought he knew him to be.

No. Minato had to have been brainwashed. Or blackmailed. Playing some sort of act to sneak within Geryon’s ranks and gain his trust. Something, anything, among those lines. This was the one thing he did (begrudgingly) agree with Ichinose about.

But unlike that kid, he wouldn’t let delusions of trying to bring Minato back get in the way of his mission.

Would Spanner like to see Minato return to them? To be good again? For all this to be revealed that this was an act, or a plot of Geryon’s? For Minato to return to being the man he worked with, and came to know so closely?

Yes. Absolutely.

But Spanner couldn’t let his feelings distract himself from what the mission at hand was. This is what made him different compared to Ichinose. He was disciplined in a way Ichinose currently lacked.

Letting feelings get in the way was something against his virtues. Nor something he could afford to let happen.

Looking at the clock, he sighed and put the ice pack on the nearby table. It was getting late, and he had become considerably less sore than he was earlier in the day. Kyoka would give him an earful, and something stuffed with coriander, if he didn’t get the rest he needed by now. While his wounds were healing it was still important he got plenty of rest.

Spanner drifted off into sleep, laying on the couch in the office. The machinery still quietly humming alongside him in the background.

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Spanner found himself in the dark halls of the academy that he knew like the back of his hand. Walking down the corridors towards the classroom. It was completely silent, his footsteps on the tile being the only sound. He was the only one in the building, completely unarmed.

Walking into the academy’s classroom, it too was empty. Dark blue lighting filled every inch of the room. It’s soft glow reflecting on the technology, the alchemy tools, and the beakers filled with their colorful glowing liquids. The quiet noises of the computers were going off in the distance. Being the only sound that could be heard.

It was deeply eerie. Spanner didn’t have a good feeling about any of this.

Just as that thought crossed his mind a hand reached out across him from behind, promptly gripping his throat. Being pulled backwards, feeling a body pressing against his back.

An all too familiar voice chided him, “I didn’t think I’d see you come here, completely defenseless.” It was Minato. With the exact same cold tone of voice as their previous encounter. “Are you truly so arrogant as to come here on your own, with nothing to defend yourself with?”

Spanner squirmed in his grip. He could still breathe, but it took some effort. He struggled to break free from his grasp. His attempt to elbow him in the chest was a failure. Minato blocked it and then gripped his arm with his free hand.

Minato turned him around, slamming him against a nearby wall. “It appears that you need even more guidance than I originally thought.” Leaning close to him, too close. He was so close in fact that Spanner’s cheeks flushed on reflex. Feeling the warmth of his breath push against his skin as Minato spoke.

His thoughts raced so much, going at such an intense rate that Spanner nearly felt dizzy from it all. “What the hell are you—”

The grip on Spanner’s throat tightened, Spanner groaning in pain as he continued to struggle. “I’m going to be taking your ring.” Minato began, gently and slowly running his finger up Spanner’s ring finger. Before pulling back right as he touched his ring, his fingers lingering on it before sliding it off. “But before I wipe your memories, you first need to be punished for your continued arrogance.”

He reached towards the zipper of Spanner’s coat. The look Minato gave as he unzipped it and opened his shirt was cold, stern. Piercing straight through him. The exact same as when he wanted to “talk” the other day.

“What the hell are you doing, senpai?! Answer me—”

Interrupting Spanner, “You are in no position to be speaking to me in such a way.” Flicking a nipple, Spanner whined as he glared back. Though the red blush spread across his cheeks did nothing to help sell it. “You’ll be getting the discipline and guidance I can see that you so desperately need.”

With a wave of his hand, Minato’s ring shone. Nearby ivy from the potted plants formed a rope, promptly tying up Spanner’s wrists and pulling them upwards over his head. He was now completely restrained. Unable to break free, despite all his best efforts.

Minato’s hands continued to feel up Spanner’s body. First playing with and pinching at his nipples, Spanner hissing and grunting, grinding his teeth. But also feeling his pants beginning to get tight from the mixture of pain and pleasure all the same. His heart pounded as blood roared fiercely in his ears.

It felt so good, but Spanner’s emotions got in the way of the pleasure.

“Unhand me!” Continuing to shake at his restraints, then moaning as Minato pulled his hair from behind his head. Exposing more of his neck as he pulled down. He could feel his knees beginning to tremble.

Minato had a wry smile. “Your words say one thing, but I can see that your body is clearly saying otherwise.” He looked down at the growing tent in Spanner’s leather pants. “Remember. We have a gap in life experience. You cannot hide your real feelings from me, no matter how hard you try.”

He gripped Spanner’s bulge, who arched straight into the touch with a moan. Minato’s hand was so warm as he palmed at it, which was in stark contrast to such an icy cold demeanor. Spanner could feel himself only getting harder and harder by the second. And he could see Minato smirking, even if it was a small one.

But it was there. As well as that domineering look in his eyes. Which only made him even harder. Minato’s eyes were always a weakness of his. Flawlessly so sensual without even trying.

Beginning to pant, Spanner still shook at the ropes of ivy. Defiantly trying to break free. But with considerably less effort this time, which was visible to Minato. The pleasure of Minato having his way with him was weakening his resistance. He whimpered, “Senpai— Ngh…”

It all felt so good, but also so scandalous to feel this way about all this with Minato having changed sides.

They weren’t strangers to having intimate moments in the classroom with no one else around. But this time it felt so different. Minato was on the side of the enemy. Shutting down the academy, out to steal their chemys. To what could one only presume create stronger and stronger Malgams with.

To also take their rings away, just as he did with him right now. To then wipe their memories and forever sever their ties to the alchemist world. Leaving the plans of him, The Dark Sisters, and Geryon to go as wild and as uninterrupted as they desired.

Minato was now a threat. Someone who was in their way. Someone who needed to be taken down. For the good of the world, and to preserve the natural order of things as an alchemist should.

But all of this was also so thrilling in a way Spanner was not ready to admit. It was… so fucking hot, seeing Minato like this. Being treated by him like this.

Minato being so cold, talking down to him. Having his way with him while reminding him of their gap of life experience, time and time again. Giving him this “guidance” and punishing him for his arrogance. Chiding him and belittling him. Taking advantage of him while he was weak.

There was something about it that made his blood rush, his body heat up, and get so hard like nothing else.

Just maybe, if he could indulge in this thought for just a second: If Minato ever turned good again, he could be strict like this with him again—

Spanner’s train of thoughts that were very much against his virtues were suddenly interrupted as Minato unzipped Spanner’s pants, and then his own. Making Spanner flush even more by complete reflex again at the sight of it.

He grabbed both of their cocks and began rubbing them together in the grip of his hand, the pair moaning softly. Spanner’s hips quivered as Minato’s cock rubbed against his own. Precome leaking from them both, making it even easier for Minato to continue frotting against him. Spanner could see Minato bite his lip.

Their moans filled up the air of the classroom. Spanner’s layered emotions about all this began to drown in the waves of pleasure. Letting himself succumb to his desires that had formed deep inside him. Beginning to let himself want this, to savor it. To push aside his virtues for just a moment.

Minato then kissed Spanner roughly, his other hand gripping at his hair again. Taking the lead as he slid in his tongue, his hand skillfully stroking both of their cocks throughout the kiss. Rubbing against Spanner’s cock in just all the right ways, sending shivers all throughout his spine.

No doubt it was another show of how experienced Minato was compared to him.

Whenever Spanner would kiss Minato, or get intimate with him in the past, there was always an eager clumsiness present. He still was visibly learning how to go about things. Still finding that rhythm. And Minato had always found it incredibly charming.

While in comparison, Minato was fluid and deliberate with his movements. Knowing what to do with each motion. Showing the skill of a man who had learned well from multiple experiences stacked together over the course of multiple years of encounters.

And it felt incredible. Spanner couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. It had felt good when Minato and him shared the same side, and it was the same now.,even if they were on opposing ones. He couldn’t deny it, even if there was still part of his mind that was woefully ashamed to admit to this.

But it was getting harder and harder to deny what he truly felt in the moment. That swirling cocktail of complicated feelings had all but become mute with each thrust against his dick, and it all became one with the ever-growing pleasure filling all of Spanner’s mind and senses.

His legs began to shiver, and he could barely take any more of this. Spanner’s vision began to blur, being pushed over the edge with another skilled stroke and thrust from Minato. Coming all over his hand with a moan emitting from his throat.

Minato had another wry smile across his face, pulling Spanner’s hair down again just as he did earlier. “And who said I could tell you to come?” Stroking his thumb against Spanner’s lips, slowly pushing in the tip of his thumb in his mouth. “It looks like you’ll need even more discipline than I thought.” He spoke with a dark tone.

Spanner could feel even more heat begin to blaze within every inch of his body. His thoughts and heart racing yet again for whatever Minato had planned next for him. For whatever “guidance” he would be giving him in the moments to come.

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Spanner jolted awake. Sitting upwards with his heart racing, wiping the sweat off his brow as he panted. He gripped at his chest as he looked around the room. Feeling his hand, his ring was still there. He was still in Kyoka’s office. The melted ice pack was right where he left it.

Everything that just happened, it was all a dream. But it felt so real nonetheless.

Before he could even begin the process of trying to deal with the cocktail of emotions filling him up inside, and go on about his virtues to himself ad nauseam, he felt… Cold. And wet?

Looking down at his crotch, feeling the absolute mess that was in his pants. Which also leaked onto bits of the side of the couch, causing even more of a mess.

Great.

He had to clean this up and get a change of clothes immediately before Kyoka got back. If there was one thing he did not want to deal with right now, it was whatever the hell that entire conversation would look like.

Groaning, Spanner rubbed his face in his palms. Getting up to find the cleaning supplies, he muttered to himself, “What a ridiculous joke…”

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End Notes: Me: *Doing Nothing*
Brain: Hey how about you write a fic where Spanner has a wet dream over Evil!Minato
Me: 👀👀 Oh hell yeah, let's go

Having a bajillion screencaps for Gotchard to make weekly icons on Dreamwidth came in handy, since I was able to find something Minato could use to restrain spanner with in the classroom lol.

And Minato-sensei is powerful (so is autism), I haven't had the words for something flow out of me so effortlessly in a while. Especially for something that isn't a drabble or shorter fic. So that feels great!

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