Title: This.

Author: Jotaku

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, just the fic! Even that is barely mine. D8

Summary: Mangaverse! Ed has a dream about the enemy; a very, very perverse dream. After an already awkward situation turns more awkward, he isn't able to get the homunculus out of his head! And that's when things start to turn complicated.

Pairing: EnvyEd

Rating: M

Warnings: M/M, boners, sex, jerkin' off, language, 'n' light spoilers

Settings Note: We'll say this takes place somewhere between chapter 56 and chapter 64. So long as you've read up to 64, you'll fully understand all that's going on/happening. The spoilers aren't THAT bad, but there will probably be a few scattered about, so beware. Also, the time in my story is a little warped, to fit more in between those chapters.

General Note: This was originally going to be a oneshot. xD;; But it… uh… got a little out of hand. And the next thing I knew I had 15 pages (and still was not done) and was still trying to think of a good way to end it. Well, I thought of one, but it means this will turn more into a ficlet than being a oneshot. But I guess this'll make a lot of EnvyEd fans happy, right? C'B

Chapter Warnings: Naughty dreams and very, very light spoilers.

Chapter o1 – Nightmares

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This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. He never thought he would end up like this, and with this guy. He was supposed to just keep an eye on the shrimp, make sure he didn't get too nosey, and to 'gently' remind him if he did, but somehow this happened. And it wasn't supposed to happen at all! How would he explain himself? Think of the headache this would be when he was forced to break the brat and give him up to be one of those 'important sacrifices'? He shouldn't be doing this at all. They should have sticked to fighting, that was easy, and although painful, usually not very emotional. How could he slice up something that he was doing this with? And enjoying this too?

Shit, if anyone ever found out, he would never hear the end of it!

And it all started a couple weeks back, when that snot had been sticking his nose a little too deeply into things again. He had needed to remind him of his place, and dangle that little bitch's safety in front of his face again. Of course, this only pissed the squirt off, and before he knew it he had gotten caught up in the runt's ranting and was actually fueling the fire instead of quelling it. Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, they were still only having a yelling match. Maybe if they had been fighting this would never have happened, but a few clenched fists here, a tug and pull there, some yanking, and then some tangled legs and all the while being distracted by some nasty words? It was the perfect equation for disaster. The next thing either of them knew, they had been knocked over and landed in some really awkward position. A really awkward position.

And what the hell? He was certain he felt something poking him in the leg. And if that stupid bean's face wasn't as red as a stone, he would have thought it was just his imagination.

Yeah… things had gotten really awkward really fast at that point. By the time he had pulled himself away from that dimwit, neither of them had any more insults to throw back at each other. They were both too shocked and embarrassed to even think.

He had snapped out of it first, quickly reminded that pipsqueak to keep his nose out of their business, adding a little insult in there too, and took his leave. In fact, it was more like he took his escape. He jolted out of there as fast as he possibly could.

And what happens the next time they meet? They freaking end up like this! He wanted to smack himself in the forehead, and would have too, if he wasn't just a little too busy at the moment. Mmm, yes, much too busy. He could smack himself in the forehead later…

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(Around two and a half weeks earlier... )

Most of Edward Elric's nightmares were related to the death of his mother, or the night he tried to transmute her back to life. Even when they had other people in them, they always seemed to end up with her, that circle, and that mass of a bloody something within it. Sometimes they dealt with his brother, never getting his body back, or if he had never been able to transmutate his soul to begin with. But, when Ed really thought about it, even those still had to deal with his mother, right?

That day he woke up sweating; his eyes wide with disbelief at what he had just seen, but this time the nightmare he had just experienced had nothing to do with his mother at all. There was no way she could be even remotely involved, and, to tell the truth, in this case he was glad of it. Dreams that involved sex were not dreams you wanted your mother in, which was exactly the sort of dream he had; a sex dream. But this one wasn't like the ones he had ever had before. This one had been simply wrong! It was a nightmare! And the worse part about it was that he had the worse, most raging, most extreme case of morning wood he could ever remember.

He groaned in his aroused agony and reached his hand up to rub his face, refusing to physically admit his current state. He just couldn't believe he had dreamt that! Why the hell was he dreaming about a guy? And that guy?! Why did it have to be him?! It had to be the worse nightmare he had ever experienced. Why couldn't he have dreamt about someone else? Like Roy? Or Lin? Edward shuddered and nearly gagged at the thought. Okay, those might have been a bit better, but still pretty horrid. Of course, he much rather wished he hadn't had the dream at all. He would have gladly dreamt about his dead mom again, if it saved him the torment that last night's nightmare had brought him.

Ed could just see those eyes above him, staring down at him and taking in his naked form. He could see the desire and want behind them, and could feel the shiver they made run up his spine. He could smell him too, something like an animal's musk; way too strong to be natural, yet more dizzying than unpleasant. Ed could feel the smooth skin brushing against his, and hands making paths along his body. He could see the markings that only he and three others of his kind had, his were on his forehead and back, and he could see the Ouroboros on his bare thigh. The marks of homunculi.

Of Envy.

He had just had the most intense, realistic sex dream he could ever remembered having and it was about the enemy. About Envy! Maybe if it had been Lust, he would have been able to understand. He was a growing boy, and big boobies were supposed to be the things to make him feel like this, right? So why the hell had a penis done it?! Ed shivered again, remembering the feel of it against one of the most private places on his body.

That had been how the dream had ended. It faded away just before Envy had pushed inside of him. It had been such torture, and in the dream he had wanted it so badly, but then it had to go and end. And he was still left there, unsatisfied and wanting him back. Wait. Wanting him? No. He did NOT want Envy. That wasn't it. He just wanted relief. That was what he had meant. Left there, unsatisfied and wanting relief. But… if he jerked himself off now, wouldn't that mean he was admitting to himself that he had gotten hard on the homunculus?

Edward immediately scowled at the thought. Like hell he was going to give that bastard that sort of pleasure! So what if he didn't know about it? Ed would know, and he wasn't going to let it happen! As though to set it in stone, he sat up, pretending like doing so didn't cause any uncomfortable sensations, and pulled himself out of bed to get up, get dressed, and continue the day without paying his cock any sort of attention at all.

"Oh, good morning, brother!" Al called to him, once he noticed his brother stirring. Ed had nearly forgotten his brother was there, and quickly huddled up while jerking his head up to see his brother. He really didn't want to get teased about morning wood! Last time it had happened, Al had laughed so hard Ed had almost punched out a wall in embarrassment!

"Al!" he gasped in surprise.

"Eh?" the younger brother looked at the older curiously, or, at least, as curiously as an armor suit could, and continued, "Did I scare you, brother?"

"Uh, y-yeah! I… I had a nightmare, and forgot where I was!" Ed stumbled over his words, trying to get them out and play his brother to think that was exactly what happened. It was true, actually. His brother had startled him, and he did have a nightmare. He just didn't want Al to know what exactly he had dreamt. Normally all his nightmares were about their mom, so he really, really hoped Al wouldn't ask. He usually never did, so please don't let him ask this time!

"Oh," he said and… that was it apparently. Edward almost let an audible sigh of relief out. Thank god his brother hadn't noticed, and thank god that he didn't choose today to start asking questions!

While Al was busy getting up, Ed used that time to quickly get dressed, and to adjust himself so no one would notice anything out of the ordinary about him. Even after that entire conversation with his brother he was still a little hard. God, he just could not get the sight of Envy out of his head! And it was making him harder again! No! Ed tried to will his thoughts away from it, concentrating instead on getting his boots fastened, his jacket on, and his hair braided. Once everything was complete, he slipped his gloves on and stood up, ready to go.

"Are you ready?" Al asked, walking over to his brother. He didn't need to get dressed, or to do his hair, or even to wake up. Al couldn't even sleep, and spent most of his night cooped up in his head, thinking. He knew his brother had been having some sort of odd dream. He had heard groans, and Ed had been doing his tossing and turning again. He figured he was having another nightmare, but one couldn't be to sure… He had dreamt something entirely difference once, and did the same thing, but if Ed said it was a nightmare, than why shouldn't he believe him?

"Yeah! Let's go!" Ed exclaimed, grinning despite the unsatisfied feeling of his lower regions, and pointedly walked to and out the door. "Are you ready for today's job?"

"Investigating that abandoned house on the edge of town—the one that had a lot of weird rumors of odd cries in the night?" Al asked, following his brother out.

"Yep! That one!"

"Of course!"

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"The Fullmetal Alchemist has been digging around in one of the border cities again," spoke a tall, muscled man who appeared to be in his 50's. He wore an eye patch over his left eye, had short black hair, and a mustache. In public, he was known as King Bradley. Here, though, with these people, he was known as Wrath. "My subordinates placed there have been reporting that he has been looking into documents about the old testing facility."

"What? Losing your grip on that brat already?" called another black haired man, but this one much younger in appearance and with long, wild hair. He wore a headband and, unlike the other's formal-looking military suit, a black midriff tank top along with what could only be defined as a skort. He was Envy, one of the original homunculus, not formed from the insertion of a philosopher's stone into a human. "I thought you had killed that nasty curiosity of his for good."

"Well, unlike you, I have a whole country to deal with and cannot always bother making sure the Fullmetal Alchemist eats all his dinners and changes his underwear everyday," Wrath said curtly.

"Nah, I don't think that's it. I think you're just getting rusty in your old age," Envy brushed the seemingly older, but actually younger, homunculus off. He knew he was making Wrath angry, but he didn't really care. Let the brat be angry.

Wrath glared at the other homunculus. Envy had to be one of his least favorite brethren. He was loud and rude, and chose to appear like that ugly, slutty little it he was. Wrath found nothing 'cute' about it. He figured Envy had been around too long and had probably lost a bit of his sanity due to it. Of course, which of them were truly sane to begin with?

"My children…" came a voice from a figure further on, half skewed by the shadows. "…please, do not fight."

"Forgive me, Father sir," Wrath apologized, bowing to show his remorse for acting short with one of his brothers. Father never liked that his children didn't get along. They all knew this, and tried to at least spare the old one from having to see it.

"Sorry, pops," was Envy's unremorseful response. He had crossed a leg in front of the other and put his hands up behind his head, looking rather bored.

"Envy, you will go and make sure the sacrifice remembers his place in our plans. Wrath, you will return to your headquarters and continue with the tasks already at hand," Father spoke, putting a firm finality into his voice to stop any and all questions or complaints. After a moment, he added an exasperated "Are we all happy now?"

Both of the homunculi agreed, and after a short dismissal, both left to fulfill their duties.

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"So this is the place?"

"Yeah."

"Huh." A short, long blond haired boy stood with his arms on his hips, peering up at the building in front of him with a look on his face that seemed to say "Ed is not amused".

"I know… It doesn't look very much like the type of place that would have scary rumors about it, would it? But the map says this is the place!" A tall, empty suit of armor stood next to the boy. He had a map in hand, finger pointed to the exact spot they were, and had a look on his face that would have said, "Al is confused."

"Well, if the map says this is the place, I guess we better take a look," sighed the older brother. Ed would never have imagined this would be the right place, but they had walked up and down the area at least 10 times and no matter from what direction they started, this was always where they ended up. This house HAD to be the right one.

But… when he thought about it, maybe it was the right one. All the other houses in the area were abandoned as well. The whole section of the city had been abandoned 20 years ago because of some superstition about a killer on the loose. People would randomly disappear and never show up again, but it only happened in this corner of the city. Of course, all of the houses looked like how abandoned houses should look, this one included... but something was different about this one. The paint was old, the fence was knocked over, and even a few windows were broken, but the house still seemed to look strangely happy.

Something about it didn't fit the criteria. Weren't testing facilities usually ugly, grey buildings that didn't bring attention to them at all? Both the brothers continued to stand there for a moment, trying to figure out why the house looked the way it did, but after a while and no answers to their questions, they shrugged it off and decided to check it out.

Ed led the way down the little overgrown walking path to the front steps. He tried the door but it was locked and wouldn't budge no matter how hard he rammed it. After at least five minutes of failed attempts, Al stepped in and opened it with one try.

Ed scoffed, "You only broke it down because you're so big! If I was a bit bigger, I would have been able to—" He suddenly cut off, realizing what he just said. "God damn it! I just called myself shoorrrrrttt!" He gritted his teeth at the end, holding his head with his hands and squeezing. Man, he had walked right into that one!

Al laughed at his brother and teased him for it, "Well, maybe if you drank your milk like Wriny is always telling you to, you'd grow up to be as big as I am now!"

"Hey! I thought you were on my side!" Ed yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Al. Al simply laughed and continued on inside, leaving a fuming older brother outside.

"Are you coming, brother?" He asked innocently.

"Yeah, yeah! Hold your horses!"

The outside of the house may have appeared happy and unsuspicious, but the inside was definitely something to question. Cages were left everywhere, and there were odd dark stains on the walls. Ed wondered if they were blood, but didn't really want to get closer to look.

The floors creaked as they walk.

With the sudden change of atmosphere, every single noise seemed to set their nerves on fire, and the creaking floors only made them more nervous. All laughter from either brother was gone, and they were now alert; tense. They were semi-crouched and ready to dodge or attack at any moment if needed. The further they went in, the more frayed their nerves became.

The house was essentially empty on the main floor. There were no books or documents explaining what had happened here, nor was there anything alive that could explain the cries people heard at night. The place was creepy, but that seemed to be the end of it.

In the last room, farthest away from the entrance, there was a door. The brothers paused at it, taking a moment to collect their wits from the tension of going through an only half-lit house with no idea when something might jump out at you. After a few moments, Ed stepped forward and opened the door. Beyond the door was a staircase that led down to a pit of blackness. The rest of the building had been lit by the light outside, and neither of the brothers had bothered with a light in case it disturbed anything, but in this case no light meant no progressing.

Sighing, Ed clumsily felt along one of the walls, feeling for a light switch. After no success he switched to the other side and tried again, this time finding a light switch and turning it on. For a second nothing happened, and then slowly the lights started flickering on. They where the cold, pale neon white of fluorescent lighting. Two rows of the white lights lined the stairway, and showed the beginnings of a hallway beyond.

With a gulp, they started down the stairway, ready to explore what might lie beneath the building. After they had made their way down the stairs and had walked a few meters down the hallway, the two brothers came to a fork in the road. The hallway split in two, each way facing away from the other to make a long hallway that their current one intersected. At the joint, they stood there for a while looking down each path.

"Which way should we choose?" Al asked. Both hallways looked exactly the same, with nothing to differentiate which one might be the right one.

"Hmm… not sure, but I don't want to have to stay down here all day exploring both sides. You take that one, and I'll take this one, okay?" Ed said, pointing down each way as he explained who would take which.

"Alright. Then we'll meet up here after we finished searching?"

"Right." Ed nodded. "And if anything happens that you can't handle, run away and come find me, alright? And I'll do the same."

"Okay" Al nodded back and the brothers split paths.

Ed had taken the right hallway, and walked down its palely lit path until there was a turn. At the turn, he stopped to see how long the hallway was from there. It only went about 20 meters or so and then there was a door. He quietly walked down the remaining hallway span to the door and carefully opened it half an inch while putting an eye to the crack. Inside was pitch black besides the single streak of light made by the door being opened. In the middle of the line of light was a large black spot, where his head was blocking out the light. From what he could see, it seemed like a lab room. There were more cages, but also randomly placed tables with straps hanging down.

The thought of them made Ed shudder. He couldn't understand how people could do this. How could a man, a normal man, not a homunculus, do something like this to his own kind?

Slowly, Edward opened the door wider, and stepped in. The widened area of light covered more of the tables in its way and lit another door on the other side of the room. With the door open, he could see enough of the room to tell nothing was in here, and it looked only like cages and tables. No documents at all. And he had no desire to see any more if there was nothing valuable to him. The place made his stomach queasy.

Passing through the next door, he was led to another short hallway with many doors. All of them were closed except the one on the end. Something inside Ed told him he should look at the last one first, and when it was empty, work his way back. There was a weird itching feeling inside him that told him there was something there. He wasn't sure if that something was in the room, or one of the other rooms, but he had a vague feeling that it was in the open one. It was a sort of creepy crawling feeling; that feeling you get when eyes are on you.

The blond silently went down the hall, careful not to alert anything that might be in any of the rooms. He even held his breath without thinking, only realizing he was doing so when he was suddenly desperate for air. Reaching the slightly ajar door at the end of the hall, he pushed it a little wider open, preparing himself to move in any needed direction.

He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck really standing on end now, and as the door creaked open the light in the hallway caught something and was reflected back at Ed as two glowing disks. Eyes! A lonely, solemn howl started from a very low and quiet pitch, and moved up to a loud, earsplitting whine. Ed had to grab his ears and hold to keep the noise out, but even that failed. The vibrations ran around in his head like a bouncy ball violently thrown into a small room.

After what seemed like forever the wailing howl stopped, and Edward was able to pull his hands away. The creature, whatever it was, hadn't moved, and the bright disks remained shining up at him. Ed shivered, trying to shake off the eerie feeling of that howl, and pushed the door wider open. As the light filtered in, it showed more than just the eyes of the creature, and revealed something that looked like the mix between a wolf, bull, lion, and some sort of bird. A chimera.

It was skinny, even in the pour lighting Ed could see the ribs sticking out under skin. The face appeared so sad, like it was just begging to be put out of its misery. Ed shivered again, but forced his thrummed up nerves to mellow out and walked through the door. Many places of the room were still dark, and it looked much bigger than he originally thought it was. While keeping an eye on the chimera, Ed felt around the walls for a light switch. After a few moments he found one, and it turned on to show off the full size of the room.

Like the rest of the facility, cages and testing tables were scattered about, but there weren't so many here. In the middle of the room was a normal table with a few lounge chairs in it, like this was a sort of break room. There were couches that had been turned over on the side, and tiles that had been ripped out, but all and all it was in one piece.

The chimera didn't make any move on Ed, just simply sat there and watched him. After a while, it got up and moved to a darkened corner whose light was out. Ed could see those shining eyes watching him as he moved around the room.

"Can you please stop staring at me?" He asked after a while, like the chimera would be able to understand. It, of course, didn't, and the eyes only turned to the side, signaling that the chimera had cocked its head. "Why are you even staying here, all alone? The people here are telling some awful rumors about you, you know!"

Ed continued to speak with the creature as he examined the room. He was trying to decide what to do with the thing. If he left it there, the people would continue to be unnerved and upset, and if he told anyone, they would immediately go in there and kill it. With the look that chimera had given him, there was no way he could raise a hand against it and kill it himself. The thing looked too sad, even if death was what it wanted, he couldn't give it that. And regardless if it was a chimera or not, if it didn't attack him, why should he attack it?

Edward sighed, scratching his head with his automail hand. He turned around again to look at some stray papers as he spoke. "What am I supposed to do with you? I can't take you with me, and I can't leave you here…"

"You kill it!" came a light, cheerful voice from behind, and immediately following it was a sort of whooshing succeeded by the sound of flesh being cut apart. Ed whirled on his feet, turning to see who was there and what had happened. The chimera was dead, he could see that. Blood was seeping out from the shadows into the lighted areas, and the glowing eyes were no longer there. Ed felt himself chocking up, anger rising within him and he turned to see the one responsible.

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**Note: I do not want anyone complaining and saying Envy's hair is green, m'kay? This is mangaverse, and I have done my research! In no picture of Envy from the manga does he have green hair. That is only an anime thing.

Reviews are not necessary, but I love them all the same, and make me want to continue writing this story! And, I know I heard I should get a beta but… those things confuse me, so I'll just leave it up to you guys for picking out any sort of errors or inconsistencies, okay?