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Flambae is hot, figuratively and literally.
His long muscular legs, toned upper body, and downright sexy accent could attract anyone, even if his personality (flaming asshole) isn’t up to par, everything else is.
Robert is well aware that the man is attractive, and he’d be lying to himself if he said Flambae’s voice didn’t make his body flush when he heard it in the comms.
If Robert saw him on the street, he’d be more than intrigued, if he had a few drinks in him, he might even try his luck taking him home, but Robert knows him, Flambae is an asshole with an ego bigger than his muscles, he’s cocky, reckless and self serving, everything Robert can’t stand.
Robert hates Flambae, and Flambae hates Robert, at least he thought he did, lately things have felt,
Different.
Yet exactly the same, Robert felt stupid just thinking about it.
Flambae still makes snide comments at Robert's expense, and taunts him whenever he sees an opening but he’s also been working hard, listening to Robert even if he throws in a comment before doing so.
As well as that, Robert constantly felt his eyes on him, he knew it was him after catching the dark haired man in the act a few times where he just muttered something under his breath before stomped off. He was never doing anything, just watching quietly with an expression he couldn’t decipher.
Maybe he was still mad about the Mecha Men thing, maybe he was thinking of a way to get back at him.
Robert didn’t know, and frankly it was driving him insane.