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Once Upon A Time	By : Madame_Lazla Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 11066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty and the Beast, nor do I own any of the characters in it. I only own the pervertedness. In conjunction, this is a work of pleasure - I make no money from it

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Once Upon A Time…Gaston Remembered
Prince Adam had been taught about the virtues of forgiveness. He had been trained to, if Satan was dangling off a cliff, help him up and hand him his flaming pitchfork. Remember Adam, no matter how badly someone wrongs you, always forgive. To err is human, to forgive is Divine.
Adam had tried, he really had. Ever since the spell had been broken, he’d tried to keep a leash on his trigger-happy temper and he had put a concerted effort into being as kind and caring as possible. He had let his one true love free to wander the world as she so desired, even though it had been to his detriment. He had even saved his mortal enemy from a watery grave.
Surely God would not hold it against him for what he was about to do.
“You want me to what?” Babette gasped, her short hair sweeping across her chin as she bowed her chin in disbelief.
“Please, Babette, I feel just as bad about this as I should,” which isn’t very much, in all honesty, “Just, do as I say, alright? I am still your Master.”
“But Master, without food, surely he will die!”
“Silence woman, do you want the whole castle to know!? Intercept whatever meal goes to the West Wing. Feed it to homeless people or wolves – I truly don’t care what you do with it, but that bastard will not eat. Understood?”
Babette looked somewhat skeptical, but she did not look like she was about to argue. Babette had been known to be a rather vindictive woman when need be, even if she did not seem eager to be an accomplice to this nefarious plan.
Adam watched the maid’s uncomfortably tight skirt stretch and squeeze as she trotted off to dust something. He hoped she wouldn’t tell Mrs Potts, for then the woman would skin him alive for being so petty. But she hadn’t been in that room with him; hadn’t heard what had been said. And it had nothing to with her – although she was older and (on occasion) wiser than him, this was still his castle and his say was final. He just hoped that, for once, his servants actually obeyed him.
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They had not.
“What part of ‘starve the ass’ did you not understand?!” the frustrated Prince hissed to himself as he watched another plate disappear into that evil room. If all had been going according to plan, it would have only taken a few days to drive the man out of his life. As it happened, it had been near a week and he was sure his loyal servants had been fattening the little pig up so that he’d never leave.
Well, surely he had been rested, watered and fed substantially enough to send him on his way. Adam had grown tired of avoiding places of his own castle and even wearier of having to control his train of thought so his mind wouldn’t wander. It was time for the man to leave.
But things were decidedly different from their first visitation. For one, his arch enemy was on his feet very mobile. Secondly, it was a broken piece of glass that was launched at him. Thirdly, Adam had the sense to dodge it.
The dusty curtains had been pulled open and an unnatural amount of light now brought the disarray of the West Wing to light. The once-dying man was leaning against the large arch to the balcony, letting the sun cast shadows on the dissatisfied scowl he threw Adam. Adam’s reply was to smirk – this time he wasn’t leaving with any scars. He did, however, stay in the doorway to ensure it stayed that way.
His rival’s eyes narrowed and he tilted his chin upward, huffing as he returned his gaze outside. He was looking better, almost at perfect health, and remarkably well fed. The villain was just in white undergarments, the shirt tossed aside and his burly chest flexing painfully defined abdominals as he breathed. However his movements, Adam noted as the man shifted to cross his uncles and rest his arm against the balcony’s pillar, were still lethargic. He still needed to regain complete control of his body.
Tense seconds ticked by as Adam thought of a civil way to kick the still-healing man from his temporary haven when he nearly jumped out of his skin at the words:
“I know you.”
“Pardon?” he cursed himself for sounding so startled. Without looking at him, his enemy stuck his chin out and haughtily repeated himself.
“I know who you are now. Almost didn’t recognise you – not as much fur as last time,” Adam didn’t know if it was the hint of contempt behind the words or the words themselves that started the bubbling anger in his stomach.
The bastard hunter wouldn’t leave it at that either. Languidly turning so his back was to the pillar and he faced Adam entirely, he lifted his head and glared Adam down through long thick lashes. His hands gestured effortlessly.
“What’s the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to let an old rival die? Or did Belle promise her little pet a little pet?” he cooed condescendingly, a sneer tugging at his lips.
“Shut up,” Adam felt his face redden and his fists clench from more than just Gaston’s words. Strangely enough, Belle hadn’t crossed his mind in almost a week and he could not fight the shred of guilt that dug in his side.
Twin narrowed glaciers twinkled and the raven-head bared a small fang as his sneer grew. “Oh dear, have I struck a nerve? Have I made you upset?” a large hand made its way to the bare chest in a slightly effeminate manner as he leaned forward in mock concern.
Adam was a few strides away from counterproductively killing the man against the pillar. The prince’s heart was in overdrive from pumping blood into his head and fists and his breathing was laboured. The reason he was in the West Wing was completely forgotten.
His provoker couldn’t get enough of it, “What are you going to do, Beast? Kill me? Or bake me a cake? Do hurry.”
Adam felt something in him snap. He knew what those mocking eyes, deep tone and foppish gestures were doing: taunting him. Adam didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it was proving a hard task. The best option was to leave while he could still direct the flow of his fists.
Sucking in a much-needed breath, the blonde turned away slowly, not trusting himself with sudden movements. This, however, was not pleasing to some.
“Wh…where are you going!? How DARE you, you little freak!? No one walks out on Gaston!”
Was it this easy to rifle the fool? Adam should have thought about it earlier – someone as egocentric as Gaston would certainly hate being ignored.
Adam didn’t even have to slow down to hear the indignant spluttering and didn’t turn around when a broken doorknob was propelled after him.
He merely dodged it.
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A/N: I feel a little more satisfied with this interaction: Gaston seems like a big, obnoxious child to me! ^^ If you’re wondering why I describe Gaston in such a foppy, effeminate manner, it’s because of the way he holds himself in the movie. Look closely – he’s WAY more fluid than a macho man should be (no offense)!! ^^
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