This is to make up for deleting Thirteen. It's still Edward x Envy. Enjoy the yaoi! No Alphonse; sorry for any disappointments.
And to quell those who think the relationship is incestuous, it'll be manga-centric, but AU.
How had it ended up like this? Here I was, pleasuring the Fullmetal Runt by kissing, licking, biting anything I could, and he's writhing underneath me, yelling and moaning. His fists gripped my hair and pulled it nearly out of my scalp. I kissed his lips tenderly but roughly, enjoying the deep-throated moans that resonated from his chest. I'm still curious as to how it got this way. Calling him the Fullmetal Runt will probably get me killed, but hey, he can't read minds.
"E-Envy!" he shouted. I hummed into his ear, kissing it, as I moved in and out. He arched and gripped my shoulders painfully. I flinched. That metal arm of his could break someone's bone if he wanted it to. I reached down, grabbing his hand to help him pump his member. He had reached down when I wasn't looking.
"You're eager tonight, aren't you, Edward?" I breathed through a voice filled with lust. He groaned in reply, bucking against my hips and hand. I bent down and kissed his neck, feeling the sweat wet my lips. I thrust in hard, hearing him scream in my ear. I would have flinched if the sound wasn't the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, giving it another round of treatment, feeling his back bend clean off the mattress.
"En…Envy…" His breath became labored. "I…I'm gonna…" He groaned. I kissed him again and quickened my pace, pounding relentlessly into his prostate. His screams became louder. I groaned as he clenched, bringing me near my own orgasm. His body convulsed and shook as his seed spilled over our chests, and I came violently not too long after him. My arms shook and I let myself fall down beside him. I pulled out, listening as we breathed to slow our hearts; the pleasure from our orgasms slowly faded until it was nothing but a small heat running through our blood. I looked over at Edward. His eyes were closed as he took in long, deep breaths and let them out slowly through his nose. I reached over and stroked his cheek. He opened his eyes slightly and moved his head to look at me.
"I love you," he breathed. I paused. Did I really have to say it? He knew very well that I loved him. He knew, also, that it was hard for me to express any sort of human emotions because, well, I wasn't human. Sure, in another life, I might have been. But right now I wasn't. I was some artificial being made by the millions of souls from Xerxes. He should understand, right? I guess not. He fell asleep as I was thinking with a slight frown on his face. Didn't he always look like that?
I wasn't that tired yet. (Hey, I'm a homunculus; I'm not limited to a source of energy like humans. Remember that!) I turned around, pulling the covers higher up against me, looking out the window above our bed. The waning moon tried to light up the room, but only succeeded in illuminating the bed. I wondered how Lust and the other homunculi were getting along. My betrayal must have been a pretty good shock to them, and I guess Father was waiting to do something, because my stone has yet to be stolen from me.
I turned over again. Edward was lying away from me. He even had grudges in his sleep! My eyes traveled down the length of his back, inspecting the scar that was left over after a wound inflicted by Lust. Every time I thought about that woman, I wanted to slap that bitch hard across the face. The scar was a long, painful looking gash right down the line of his spine. If he moved too much or lifted something too heavy, his back would start hurting, and I'd make him lie down or take a nap. He wouldn't admit it, but the scar was painful and hurt him sometimes.
I turned back over and glanced at the clock. Not even two in the morning, and I was already thinking about unnecessary things. I finally gave up on trying to think too deep about anything or being poetic and shifted underneath the blankets. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Fatigue took its hold on me and dragged me under. I was soon delved into a quiet, dreamless sleep. It would be one of those mornings, I thought drowsily, where something goes wrong. Something always went wrong whenever I slept without dreaming.
I thought the night would never end, and when morning came, I smiled. The sunlight was warm, birds outside were chirping, and I stretched myself out, groaning. The bed was empty. The aroma of bacon sifted into the cracked door, waking me up further. I sat up, then remembered that I was stark naked, and decided to take a quick shower to wash the smell of sex off of me. I walked into the hallway and found a towel, quickly wrapping it around my waist in case Edward decided to walk up the stairs.
The shower was hot and felt nice against my waking cells. I sighed as I took special care of washing my long, flowing hair and rubbed the soap over my arms, legs, and chest. I leaned against the tiled walls and closed my eyes. I was still tired. I wanted to sleep some more, but I couldn't. I had to work today. Against my will, I turned the water of the shower off, dried my hair and body, shook my feet off into the tub, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I held it in place as I let the blinds down over the windows and rummaged through the dresser. After struggling to find anything in the dresser that would match, I remembered that all of the clothes belonged to Edward, not me, and I quickly transmuted some to myself. After checking myself in the mirror, I made my way downstairs.
"Good morning," I greeted, giving myself another stretch. Edward was watching the news on a small television and drinking a cup of coffee. He watched as I walked in and poured myself some. He was silent. He was in another one of his moods again. That usually meant make-up sex later, but the look on his face told me that whatever he wanted to talk about was serious.
"Envy," he said. He turned the television off. I felt my stomach drop to my knees. He was younger, shorter, and weaker than me, but when he got angry, he suddenly got a few power boosts and could kick my ass down the street. I would have to be careful not to tease him if I wanted to keep my life.
"Yes, Edward?" I replied calmly with a tinge of curiosity.
"Do you love me?" He's still worked up over something as trivial as that? I sighed and turned my back towards him, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Envy." From the tone of his voice, I guessed that he didn't like me not facing him. "Envy, look at me."
"What is it?" I turned back towards him. He had finished his coffee already and was walking to the sink, which just happened to be beside me.
"Do you love me or not?" he pressed. He set the cup into sink and turned to face me. I took a quick swallow of the bitter liquid. His eyes fixed harshly onto me. "Well?"
"I do," I said, turning away quickly. He lashed out and grabbed my arm before I could get two steps away. I felt my chest tighten. Either the sex was going to be amazing, or I was about to be up to my eyeballs in trouble.
"Then why don't you ever tell me?" I could hear him trying not to cry. "You haven't told me a single time that you loved me since this relationship started. Why?" I placed the mug onto the counter so that I wouldn't drop it and turned to face him. His golden eyes smoldered as he glared at me. His forehead pulled together and the space between his brows wrinkled. I wanted to hug him, but he'd just fight me. I glanced at the clock.
"I'll be late if I don't get to work soon," I said. He gripped my arm tighter and jerked it violently, catching my attention. It didn't hurt, but it pissed me off. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm talking to you," he spat. "I want a real answer from you, Envy, and none of that 'I'm not human so it's hard to express my feelings' bullshit. I want a real answer. Why can't you tell me seriously, looking into my eyes, that you love me?"
"If this is what's working you up…," I started, but he squeezed my arm tightly. His auto-mail was going to leave a bruise on my arm. I narrowed my eyes. "Stop this, Edward. You're making a mountain out of a molehill. We'll talk when I get home from work today. I'm going to be late now."
"I don't care!" He looked ready to hit me. "I just want to know if you love me or not!"
"Why!" I demanded, my voice seething. His eyes widened in surprise, and he backed away. "Why is it so Goddamned important that I need to say those words to you? Is your little human brain not yet taking in that I do? Why? Why is it so important to know?"
"So I know whether or not to leave you."
I felt the slap before I realized what was going on. My hand had acted on its own. Edward was curled up on the floor, fingering his red cheek, and my hand stung from the skin-to-skin contact and turned red. I looked down at my hand and back up to him. He stared at me with a look of betrayal. I swallowed and took a step towards him. He scrambled to his feet, backing away from me. He flinched when I tried to reach out for him.
"Edward," I said. "I…I didn't mean…"
He ignored me. Quickly, he turned around and walked out of the room. I heard the front door slam. I stared at my hand and immediately wanted to cut it off. It would grow back. One nice, clean cut would rid of the hand that had hurt my lover, and a new one would grow in its place. I then wanted to slap myself for thinking that.
"Shit shit shit!" I bellowed, hitting the wall with enough force to plow my fist through into the other room. I panted, breathing out my anger, before yanking my fist out of the wall. It had cuts and was bleeding from rubbing against the sharp ends of the broken planks. I watched as the Philosopher's Stone in my chest healed up the wounds. I clenched my fist and cracked my knuckles.
I remembered that I had work. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down a note, stuck it on the refrigerator, and grabbed my coat. Taking one last look at the place Edward had fallen down, I turned and closed the front door behind me. The sun was blaring down on my back as I transmuted myself into a dog, shaking myself. Then I crouched and pressed forward, running as fast as I could. I was twenty minutes late to work. The boss had a field day pointing out to others how bad of a worker I was. He would make a good punching bag later.
I finally finished my shift and spent the rest of the day brooding. Or pouting. Whichever term is used in this case, it doesn't really matter. I was really upset that I had hit Edward. Across the face no less. I had, not even two months ago, promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone hurt Edward, and here I was contradicting that promise.
"I'll have to make it up to him," I said to myself as a young girl ran by with a dog chasing close behind her. It was a lap dog, one of those anyone could punt across the street. "He's going to be so pissed off."
I managed to convince myself to go home. It was almost six o'clock. He would either be waiting for me, or I'd be sleeping outside. I transmuted myself and quickly ran the two miles home. I stopped a few feet away from the house, turning back into a human. When I came to the porch, I immediately knew something was wrong.
Half of the front door was gone. The half that was still on its hinges was falling off them, and the other half was splayed over the hallway. I managed to almost convince myself that Edward had come home and kicked the door open in an angry frenzy. But after doing so, he would have put the pieces back together. I hurried inside. Immediately, I found his boots thrown across the living room, and his coat was torn and lying on the floor in front of the couch. I walked in and looked around. I picked up his coat. My stomach dropped.
His auto-mail arm was lying beneath it. It was tattered and torn, with a few wires hanging loose. Two of the fingers were missing from it. I clenched my teeth together and started up the stairs. The phone rang, making me pause. I listened to it ring a few more times and leapt over the railing. I rushed to the phone. I stopped again when I heard the answering machine. It clicked. There was a sickening laugh.
"So," a voice drawled sinisterly, "you're the one with the green hair? You're not all that hot." The very first thing this bastard says just so happens to be an insult to my looks. I didn't like him already. "This blonde boy of yours is pretty cute. I like him a lot. I fucked him earlier." I clenched my fists. I yanked up the phone.
"Where are you!" I barked. I heard him laugh. I had just given him what every idiot in this world wants: attention.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked. I listened intently. I could hear a light sobbing from the background. "Why don't you come get him?"
"I will!" I slammed my hand against the wall. "And I promise you, you bastard, when I find you I won't be merciful!" He howled.
"I like you too! You aren't cute, but you've got spunk." Again, I beat against the wall.
"Where the fuck are you!"
He laughed again. "You won't find me. You don't have a chance…"
"Envy!" I gasped. Edward was yelling into the phone despite his sobbing. "He's in a casino! A hotel off the outskirts of the cit…" His sentence was cut off by a sound that I recognized as a slap. He didn't speak anymore. I ground my fist into the wall.
"You touch him, and I'll rip off your head!"
"I have a proposition, Envy," he said. My legs shook. What was he going to do? If I said the wrong thing or did something to make him mad, he might kill Edward. I did the smartest thing I could in that situation and stayed silent. "I'm bored. So, entertain me. A small game of hide-and-seek. I'll hide, and you seek."
"…" I didn't say anything right away. I made sure to choose my words carefully before replying. "Are you going to move around?"
"Sure." He laughed again. "This'll be a special kind of hide-and-seek. I'll set up obstacles for you, and I'll set time limits. If you don't find me by the time the game is over, I'll kill him." His laughter grew louder. I felt my stomach fall.
"Don't you dare touch him…," I said grimly. "Don't you dare…" I heard a gasp. My chest tightened.
"He's submissive," the guy purred. "Your partner? You taught him well." I heard another gasp, followed by a long moan. I recognized the voice as Edward's.
"I'll kill you!"
He laughed at me. "Come find me, Envy."
He hung up. I gripped the phone, hoping that maybe the click I heard wasn't him hanging up, but maybe him dropping the phone. The dial tone proved me wrong. I looked at it before throwing it against the wall with a cry. It hit and smashed into little, electronic pieces. I stormed upstairs. I grabbed one of Edward's coats (it was big on him, so he refused to even take it out of the closet), his gun, and stuffed my cell phone in one of the pockets. I went back downstairs and retrieved the number from the caller ID. (I had to use the other phone, since I broke the one I used to talk to him.)
"Just you wait you damn sicko," I muttered as I walked out of the house. "I'll kill you with my own hands. If you hurt Edward anymore, I'll make sure you pay for it tenfold!"