<USS Avalon> The One You Hate The Most

The One You Hate The Most

by Anthony Manson and Alder Shimbrodus

The doors wisped open as Anthony strode in with more than just a brooding 
attitude surrounding him. He was seething in his own anger, and it looked as if 
at any moment he?d burst and out vent all that anger - directed at anything he 
could destroy. It was not the most eventful day. Then again, it was never going 
to be an eventful day until someone dropped off the face of the universe. 

Instead of taking his anger out, Anthony clutched his hands on the desk and 
took shallow breaths. The grip on the desk was starting to turn his hands 
white, and slowly turning red from the strain. This ship was full of hate, 
spite, and discontent. He cringed as he fought off the emotions radiating off 
every person and passing like some foul wind through the deck plating. 

And then suddenly the tiny hairs on his neck tingled and he whirled around. One 
visit wasn?t enough? It had to be two?

Alder laughed in the dark, his lean body relaxed against a one seater, head 
propped up by his right arm. The laughter was playful, it was almost welcoming. 
At one time. "After all these years, one would think you?d be able to pick up 
on me."

"I don?t make it a habit to pick up filth," Anthony replied coldly as he walked 
away from the desk.

"Don?t bother Anthony, you won't find your weapons. I have them, and I think 
I?ll keep them."

"What the fuck do you want, Alder? This isn?t a social call. This isn?t one of 
your memorable visits with your lapdog guard. Why are you here?" He clenched 
his fist and tried not to let wandering emotions get the best of him. He didn?t 
hear a comeback, not a response.

Sometimes, he swore Alder skipped a beat every now and then. Like he needed the 
appropriate answer. In this instance Anthony was about to make that observation 
a fact.

But then Alder got up, "Maybe I just wanted to see you again."

"Without your bitch to call for assistance? Aren?t you afraid I?ll just find 
anything to stab you with and end your pathetic existence?"

"I?ll take my chances. Besides, Anthony, we both know you?re not capable of 
harming me."

Anthony barked out laughter, "And you?re too stupid to realise when you?re an 
inch away from being dead." Shaking his head, "Get the fuck out. And if you 
ever enter my quarters again uninvited, I?ll have security on you like that 
cheap whore you had."

It was suddenly Alder?s turn to laugh, but it wasn?t as bitter as Anthony?s, 
"Still bitter about that? Grow up, when are you going to..."

The punch got him right at the jaw. It took three blinks before Alder realised 
he was looking at the dark ceiling. Getting up quickly, he tackled Anthony, 
forcing the ensign back against the wall before taking pot shots at the man?s 
torso. But Anthony wasn?t going to let the assault continue. 

Instead he pried into Alder?s mind, twisted his thoughts and burned his nerves 
until Alder screamed, grabbing at his hair and whirling about violently, trying 
to keep his distance away from Anthony.

In only a few seconds, the noise, the burning sensation, the anguish, ceased 
and Alder found himself on the floor. Something dark was coming down upon him 
and he managed to stop it. Struggling with Anthony, he managed to knock the 
officer off balance and disarm him. Anthony went for the weapon, it wasn?t far 
from them, but Alder recovered, getting to his feet and grabbing Anthony only 
to shove him against the wall.

"Fucking bastard! I?ll..."

Anthony?s shout was muffled suddenly as Alder forced Anthony?s mouth open. As 
much as Anthony wouldn?t admit, Alder was stronger, leaving him little 
resistance as his arms were held tight by Alder?s hands. Alder knew it wouldn?t 
take long for Anthony to try something again, throwing the man onto the couch 
and forcing himself onto Anthony. 

Resistance died at futile attempts against Alder. Violence and hatred had 
turned into strange lust and passion. With Anthony giving up this struggle 
against the man he resented, both had entwined themselves in each other?s arms.

"I still hate you."

"You don?t want me to stop," Alder said mater of fact.

?//\\-- 

He woke up, the last he remembered was lying next to Anthony in bed after an 
experience neither ever had. The room was as dark as ever, and Alder took a 
deep breath, wondering if what they did- was in any way- good, or bad, or a mix 
of both. He sighed, taking a look at his... enemy? Ex-lover? Anthony was sound 
asleep, facing away towards the window. 

Pushing the sheets away, Alder twitched slightly, feeling his jaw ache a little 
and a few bruises starting to ache in his body. But he knew Anthony would 
probably wake up in a worse condition. Anthony?s body was tattered with bruises 
Alder had inflicted on him. It was showing through in their time together. 

The Ensign was so deep into sleep, he didn?t notice Alder getting up from bed 
and changing back into his clothes. Placing his combadge on, and quickly 
messing with his hair, Alder took one final look at Anthony. He admitted, as 
Alder glanced at the body that he was drawn to so long ago, he sometimes still 
felt something for Anthony.

Quickly shrugging it off and hardening his emotions again, he left Anthony?s 
quarters.



                
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