The Mansion of Men

Cowardly, I know

Arm returned from a three-day mission to find a one-shot fic waiting for him to read through. Tired, he loaded it on his Bluetooth and took it into the bathroom where he planned to soak for an hour. His roommate was asleep, so Arm didn't expect any disturbance.

As the words drifted into his ear, the sultry voice of the automated female voice lulled Arm into comfort. Two lines in, he realised that he was a main character in this fic. Laughing, he shook his head. He always complained about reading about himself. But Pol was a dick. Every once in a while, he'd shove Arm into a fic and refuse to change it.

Fic-Arm, like the Real-Arm, had just returned from a mission, as well. He'd headed to his room where he'd set himself a bath, picked up a book, and-

Arm sat up, pulling his headphones off, because what the actual fuck, Pol?

Wiping his hand on his towel, he unlocked his phone and went to the details of the fic, to see what the tags were and who Arm was paired with in the fic.

Title: One Good Night

Relationship: Arm

Tags: alone time.

Arm was soaking in the bathtub, reading a story about himself, soaking in a bathtub... and masturbating.

Pol was trying to fuck with him. That had to be it. And, and, and Arm couldn't read it. How was he supposed to be read it? 5000 words of Arm touching himself. What was this?

Arm was hard, just thinking about. Imagining where Pol's depraved mind would take him. Imagining what would happen, if he listened to it, if he obeyed the story, did the things that Fic-Arm was doing. God knows, Arm was pent up enough to actually enjoy it.

Urgh, no.

He shook his head. Pol would just have to survive this time without Arm's notes. No.

Clenching his teeth, Arm published the story without reading it. Because he couldn't. He just couldn't bring himself to look at it.