Disclaimer: I do not own Full METAL ALCHEMIST or ENVY (no matter how much I try). I only own Nirvana Seiga and the title of The Bloodied Alchemist.
WARNINGS: RAPE AND ABUSE-now edited!
Nirvana Seiga hummed softly to herself as she walked down the streets of Central, her polished State Pocket Watch gleaming in the sunlight as she looked down at it. Two years ago, after three years of trying repeatedly, she was able to get her State Alchemist License at age 15. Her seventeenth birthday was two weeks ago and had been celebrated with lots of liquor and alchemy.
The name that the Fuhrer had christened her with was, 'The Bloodied Alchemist.' She could recreate any matter with two simple arrays that were tattooed in the palm of her hand in dark red ink.
Nirvana was about 5' 5", waist length black hair, bright green eyes, wore a black leather miniskirt and a black tube top. She yawned slightly, and stretched her arms above her head catching the eye of a hooded figure sitting in the alley.
The hooded figure slowly moved up from his crouched position near the wall. "Lust… control me while when there's a mission all you want. But, control me while I'm on my free time, I'll kill you." The figure whispered to a woman perched on the rooftop and then stood up, its body turning white for a moment before a crouched old woman stood there.
She walked out of the alley, a believable limp in her step. The old woman walked up to the alchemist. "Miss?" Nirvana turned around, her annoyed frown disappearing to smiled at the woman.
"Yes?"
"I just saw your watch and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind to help me fix my house. We had a fire the other day." Nirvana smiled softly and nodded motioning for her to point the way to her house.
The old woman turned around and Nirvana followed as they walked down a backwind alley. After about a quarter of a mile they stopped—at a dead end.
"Are you sure we went the right way?" Nirvana asked nervously, looking around, her fingers twitching nervously. The woman chuckled darkly and dropped the hood off her shoulders. The woman suddenly was enveloped in a white golden light and suddenly her body was changing bit by bit into a very manly form. He was taller than Nirvana by a few inches and every bit of him was thin, muscled and lean. He had dark green locks that flew out slightly and stopped at his waist, slitted amethyst eyes and he wore a sleeveless black turtleneck and black skorts. A tattoo of Oruboros was on his upper thigh and the alchemist scolded herself for looking that low.
"I'm positive." Envy slammed the woman against the stonewall, his body towering over hers. He grinned darkly at her as she struggled to escape. She shot out her legs and he gripped her hands trapping them above her head with inhuman strength.
"No, no, no… I can't let you get away that easy, my little alchemist..." He leaned down, licking her ear and she started to thrash, a scream bubbling up in her throat. Envy growled and bit her lips, drawing thick blood drops as tears of frustration welled up in her eyes, her long nails trying to scratch down his hands.
Envy licked a trail down her neck and pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel what her struggling was doing to him. "You taste good, Chizome no Kawai." He whispered and started to grind his hips into her core, relishing in the way her breath hitched up.
"God… damn it! STOP!" She shouted and with a surprisingly amount of strength, kicked him back and jumped on him, throwing her palms onto his chest. She pressed down and her tattoos lit up, blowing his body to blood shreds. She fell to the ground and then she scrambled up and ran out of the alley, covered in blood and her tears finally fell.
In the deep alley, Envy's body was regenerating slowly, the flesh knitting back together in complicated cross-stitch patterns that only women could dream of doing. He jumped to his feet and sickly cracked his neck, grinning in amusement. "When do they ever learn? I'm immortal and she's not getting away that easy..." He took the shape of a blonde haired military official with a soft face and beautiful blue eyes. He whistled and walked out of the alley, following the trace of blood.
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I ran towards my shared apartment, leaving a trail of blood and pieces of flesh as I wiped it off my body, my tears cleaning the blood off my face. I ran up the Alchemist Dorms' stairs and down the hall to where my room was. I slammed the door closed and hurried into the bathroom, tracking blood over the white carpet. I looked at myself in the mirror and picked off a piece of flesh in disgust.
'Who was he?' I asked myself, hiccupping, trying to slow my beating heart—which for the moment refused to stop beating past 3002 beats per second. 'And why did I want him to continue?' My body involuntarily shivered at the memory of his rock hard body pressed against my own and I bit my lip, right where he had sank his own teeth in.
"Hey, Nirvana? You here?" I poked my head out of the bathroom to see my roommate, Chris walk in, a cigarette between his lips. He was taller than me—taller than my attacker—and had blonde hair with blue eyes. Something seemed different about him, but I blew it off as simply being paranoid. "You alright? You have tear tracks running down your face."
"Yeah… I'm just fine." I said and closed the door, resting my hands on the sink. I didn't bother with the lock, but just stripped of my soiled clothes and yelled over my shoulder, "I'm going to go take a shower." I sat the towel on the toilet seat and turned on the hot water, steam filling the bathroom.
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Chris idly grinned and stomped out his cigarette as alchemic light expanded around him and then Envy stood there, in only his skort. "Paranoid would be something that she should learn." He slipped into the unlocked bathroom and the door made a slight creak, alerting the alchemist in the shower.
"Chris? Is that you?" Nirvana called, the smell of Green Tea permeating the air in the bathroom. Envy smirked and walked over to the shower, seeing her silhouette through the white curtain.
"No. But I'm pretty sure you know me." Envy gripped the curtain and pulled it back, exposing a very naked and clean alchemist. He leaned foreword and covered her mouth with his own before Nirvana could scream. He stepped into the shower and his skort disappeared with the flash of light. "The name's Envy. You ought to plan on remembering it. I plan to make you scream." He purred, removing his mouth from hers. She was silent for a moment before her teeth lashed out and her legs tried to kick him. He pressed her against the wall and reached around to turn off the water, pinning her arms above her head.
"I killed you, bastard!" She growled out, confusion and anger swimming in her bright green depths. Envy grinned and breathed his words across her lips.
"I'm a Homunculi. I can't die." She gave a whimper and Envy leaned down to kiss her, his fanged teeth sinking into the old wound there. She gave a surprised yelp and he took the advantage to force his tongue past her teeth. She growled and tightened her jaw muscles.
Envy pulled back with a hiss, one hand going to his mouth. "You bitch!" He slapped her and she spit out the part of his tongue that she had bit off. Blood dribbled down the side of her mouth and her pink, bloodstained tongue darted out to lick it up. She stopped mid-lick, appalled at what she was doing.
Envy grinned darkly down at her. "So you do have a Sin…" He pulled her down and crouched over her, leering down at her body as her own eyes betrayed her and raked over his form, resting on his evident arousal.
"Ah, Nirvana-chan. Don't think of this as a bad thing. Think of this as a—" His lecture was cut off as Nirvana jumped on him, switching their positions, kissing with a fervor he didn't expect from his next victim. Her hands tangled in his hair, rubbing their silky locks as her tongue slipped into his mouth, wrapping around his new tongue and pulling lightly on it.
Envy was still for a moment before his hands encircled her waist and his claws raked across her back, growing hard as she moaned in pain. The moan went on slightly longer than expected and suddenly her hands gripped her head and blew it up, blood and brain splattering her chest. She watched in disgusted amazement as he regenerated and then jumped on her, pressing her against the ceramic tile of the bathtub they were still in.
"The more you fight, the more I get turned on." He whispered and pressed his hardness against her inner thigh. She restarted her trouble, angry that her seduction technique did nothing more than increase the heat that was being pressed against her thigh. Her tongue licked the blood dribbling down her chin and suddenly Envy locked his lips with her, forcing his tongue past her teeth, biting hers in the process. Blood dripped from their locked lips and she struggled to breath, being forced to swallow the blood instead. He pulled back, grinning wickedly at her. He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and smirked again.
"Be careful what you do." He leaned down, sinking his teeth into her neck while dragging his claws down her legs. She tried to move, but only succeeded in getting Envy's length even closer to her heat.
He looked down at her. "You're mine. ONLY mine." With rough strokes, he cut across her chest, 'ENVY' in large bloody letters. Pained whispers escaped her lips and Envy had to give her credit; she wouldn't scream for him yet. But, he hadn't even gotten to the good part. He was rewarded with his first scream when he slammed into her, his length stretching and rearranging her insides. A trail of blood slid down her legs and he dipped his hand down to bring the blood to his lips, his tongue snaking out to lap at it.
Whimpers escaped her as he pounded ruthlessly into her until the blood made it easier and suddenly moans were being torn from her throat. "You like this." It was a statement and the reality struck Nirvana. "You like that you're bleeding from every living vessel, you like that I'm raping you! You like this, don't you!" He hissed in sick pleasure as Nirvana threw her hands out, clawing his face as a strangled positive answer escaped her. "Tell me you like this! Tell me that you like me raping you!"
Her whimpers quieted and bright green eyes locked onto his purple as another moan was torn from her mouth. "Remember the saying? 'You can't rape the willing?'" Envy growled and leaned down to forcefully kiss her, which she hesitantly returned, trying to turn this rape into a simple pleasurable fuck.
"Smug… bitch!" He grunted, pressing his claws into her hips as he thrusted up into her. She came with a violent shout of Envy's name, arching her back up off the ground, blood trickling down her chest and from between her legs. He gave a few more, uneven thrusts and came in her, giving a slightly gasp as his form of fulfillment.
He pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking down at the bloodied woman who was panting softly. His name was almost unintelligible due to the blood that was clotting up around it. She stared up at him and the corners of his lips pulled up slightly. "You have got to be the oddest woman I've ever met."
Nirvana grimaced as she slowly sat up against the ceramic and rested her hands on her shredded thighs. "I could say the same for you too…" He spared her a glance as his skorts reappeared.
Envy stood up and turned on the water, moving the nozzle to rinse off the excess blood before turning it off and crouching down before her. He slid his muscled arms under her and lifted her up, grabbing a towel on the way out of the bathroom. He laid her down with unknown gentleness and leaned over her on all fours. She tensed up again, but then he dipped his head and slowly raked his tongue across the still-bleeding cuts. He sat back and looked at his name that was standing out so proudly against her pale-moon skin. He jumped to the open window and crouched, his turtleneck appearing on him next.
"Envy?" Nirvana asked, sitting up and pulling a cover over her to block her from the wind chill. He looked over his shoulder at her. Her eyes… they look just like hers… He shook his head to rid himself of such thoughs.
"What?" He snapped with unwarned hostility.
"Where are you going?" She asked, hoping that he'd leave and never come back. But, she thought idly, wishes are dreams. And dreams never come true.
Envy smirked. "Out. But, I'll be back. I cannot leave what is mine." He jumped back on her bed and gave her a kiss that left her feeling oddly owned.
Nirvana fell back against her pillows and a frowned tugged at dark red lips. ' I know this is wrong… but why did it have to feel so good?'