A Sticky Situation

Abby Ebon

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Disclaimer: Never will Fullmetal Alchemist be mine. –Cries-

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"By the full moon, they will be aching to be mine."

His words echoed back to him even as the soft leathered soles of Envy's shoes fell lightly upon the paved stones as he paced across the hall in front of Lust's lab.

A softly indrawn breath filled the underground caverns. Envy was known for many things – his bloodlust, his odd choice in clothes – but he was not known for his patience.

It was only a few days away, when the moon would be heavy and full, and Lust had said nothing for all the times he had seen her out of her lab. He had intended to storm into her territory and demand what he had been promised before time grew too short. Now that he was here, he had time to think of what the consequences to interrupting her might be.

She – worse of all the possibilities he could think up – might have made what he had asked for, but might refuse him if he simply demanded it before she wanted to give it to him.

Envy's chest shuddered as he exhaled, wrapping his arms around himself as he stared down the hall – in the direction of his chambers, opposite of Lust's lab.

His body tensed, hearing the whisper of wood rubbing against aged stone- he did not turn as Lust approached his back. It was a blunt show of trust Envy granted to few, but Lust said nothing of it – coming to stand beside him, waiting.

Even knowing this for one of her mind games, Envy couldn't help but be worried and hopeful all at once. It was an effect only Lust had on him – to throw mixed emotions upon him and await the outcome, be it maelstrom or a cloud playing over his emotions.

Envy – his mouth tasting the grit of defeat - clenched his teeth, and then spoke – filling the stone hall with his voice which echoed back – just as annoyed as he was.

"Is it prepared?"

Lust tilted her head, considering the sight of Envy's slim form huddled against the chilled stone of their inner most sanctum.

"When the potion ties the three of them to you…what will you do with them?" Lust found herself asking – not that she cared about the humans, but she knew the answer would matter to Envy, and that was important to her.

"I thought to take them here." Envy answered haltingly, his eyes seeking out hers to assure himself of her intentions.

"Do as you will, brother. But…do not make yourself a stranger to us." There was a pleading in Lust's voice, and Envy – caught by surprise, merely nodded silently agreeing that this would not be the last time he saw Lust.

She gave him a small careful smile, as – almost regretfully; she pulled a glass tube of clear liquid from her bosom.

"This will call them to you – they will be unable to think of anyone else save you." Lust explained looking between the clear tube and Envy's eager, if in her eyes it was cruelly hopeful, expression.

"How long will it last?" Envy asked her, carefully grasping the tiny tube – it was warm to almost burning at his touch. He relished the warmth of it, alike to how a man huddled around a fire would will it to consume him for need of its warmth.

"It will last until their need for you becomes a true desire." The very air around them stilled, neither breathing for the moment that it took for Envy to understand the full meaning of Lust's words. He breathed out, slowly, and grinned only slightly – for only his eyes were dancing with the promise of a renewed life.

"Thank you, sister…" Envy whispered, darting up to his tip toes to kiss her cheek. He laughed then, at her startled expression, her slender hand reaching up to timidly touch the cheek he had kissed.

He laughed again – and it was wild and free, Lust watched in bemusement as Envy danced away – he was the soul of the homunculi, and she did not begrudge him his delight in finding a way of entwining his fate and life with the men he so clearly loved.

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Envy – if he were entirely truthful, was never truly comfortable in a female body, for all that he was a shape shifter. He glanced at himself in the mirror, the cloth of the military skirt already climbing up his thighs, as if it wanted to cling to the less appropriate places. Envy was sure, if it did indeed have a will of its own – that was exactly its intention.

Envy sighed heavily, his chest aching slightly from the added weight. Flipping some hair out of his eyes, he – for all that his physical body was a female, he was a he – pivoted, liking the harsh snap and click of the heels against the smooth floor.

He rolled his shoulders, his neck popping audibly, with a soft sigh Envy snatched up the woman's purse – checking with a wary look born of all the times he had done this – one that he had the right woman, and hadn't just knocked out and hid the body of someone not allowed near those he wanted to see. And secondly – that he had her appearance exactly right.

He – of course – did, with a jaunty wave and kiss goodbye to the woman's hidden unconscious form; he slipped out of the restroom. His fingers reached to touch the cuff of his sleeve – the small tube Lust had given him was still there, he resisted the urge to tug on his clothes as he walked down the hall.

It wasn't hard to remember the way to Roy's office – and he was proud of himself for slipping into it without a pause.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he heard approaching footsteps. His plan had been to slip some of Lust's potion into Roy's cup unseen, but that was clearly not possible now.

With frantic movements he tugged the tube from where it was caught in his cuff – and, hoping he wasn't about to do something stupid, he uncorked it – pressing the liquid onto his lips, it was tingly – warm, and somehow felt "soft". With nervous fingers he corked the tube – hiding it away just as Roy and Ed entered. Envy's breath caught in his throat.

Only now, seeing them, did he realize what he had just done – what he was about to do. He had to get them both to kiss him – as a woman, Envy was careful not to lick his lips – or nibble on them.

He didn't know what the effects would be for the potion had been made keyed to Envy – perhaps self love?– Lust would likely find it too amusing to assist him as quickly as he'd like.

"Can I help you?" Roy asked, clearly puzzled – Envy shook his head, silent – he made as if to leave. Ed moved away from the door to let him pass, and Envy stilled – now – it had to be now – Envy darted foreword, as if to attack Edward. Roy's eyes widened with a moments realization – but it was too late for Envy had pressed himself against Ed, pushing him into the wall.

Ed let out a startled yelp – and Envy roughly pressed his lips against Ed's – forcing the potion into the other boys open mouth. It felt as if a light show was going off in the back of Envy's mind – and Ed whimpered, going limp under his assault – and Envy remembered Lust's warning not to be alarmed if this happened…

Envy had no time to apologize or stop kissing Ed (which he really didn't want to do anyway) before Roy had forced them apart. Envy had time to see, out of the corner of his eye, that Ed had slid down the wall to sprawl drunkenly on the floor. Nonetheless, Envy knew he was aware…

With Ed watching with wide – almost frightened eyes … but, Envy knew - he would be frightened by his body submitting so easily… Roy spun Envy around – away from the needy look in Ed's eyes.

Roy's expression was as threatening as an approaching thunder storm – his eyes bled a furious flame, and by the time he had worked past his rage and opened his mouth to demand an explanation…Envy had worked up his courage to shove down his unease, and with a suddenness that surprised both of them he kissed Roy.

Ed let out a furious little shriek – his body arching off the floor as he tried to get to Envy – Roy –stunned, but sensible, had gained enough sense to – as he was reaching for Envy's neck for a better hold to control the potion-laced kiss had grabbed Envy by the hair.

Almost reluctantly - he used it as leverage to drag Envy out of Roy's arms, the door slamming shut behind him. Though the hard wood of the door, Envy heard Ed's softly muted mewls – and the sounds of sex echoed around him as Roy took advantage of the potions quick acting effects.

Envy's skin had grown cold and the air around him seemed far too hot and clammy to be natural. He pulled in a breath and held it until his lungs burned – he had done it, it didn't matter that the woman he was impersonating would lose her job – Envy relished the memory of the kisses even though they hadn't been in his preferred body.

Envy swallowed – forcing down the feeling that was climbing up his chest, threatening to overwhelm him. He still had Al…Envy smoothed down his hair, determined that things would not get as out of hand as with Ed and Roy…

Seeking reassurance he pressed his fingers to the cuff of his jacket – the small glass tube was there, a warm and pulsing thing – alike and unlike a living thing.

With forced ease, Envy entered Ed's and Al's bedroom – feeling as if an invader. He knew that unlike Ed, Al had a glass of milk before bed every day. His nerves a cold knot in his belly, Envy checked the expiration date on the milk, letting the last few drops of the clear potion dribble into the milk.

He was glad then that he had had the foresight to ask Lust if any liquid would affect the potion – she had promised it wouldn't. Best of all – they wouldn't be able to smell or even taste the potion.

Relying on his memory, Envy put everything back the way it was – and with his eyes on the floor, he went again to the lady's restroom. Finding some comfort in the familiar actions he dragged her into the stall, making it look as if she had fallen asleep on the toilet.

Envy hesitated at what to do with the tube of glass – then decided, abruptly and irrationally, to keep it as a memento. He could ask Lust to drill a tiny hole around it and fill it with something that would make it unbreakable – perhaps he could ware it as a necklace.

Envy made himself look plain then – no great beauty, but someone one would trust on sight. With a flip of his hair, he slipped away, deciding to explore the city while waiting for dusk…then, and only then, he would return.

"No one has seen her sense?" Al asked curiously of his bother, discretely facing the wall as Ed undressed. Ed made an agreeing sound, as Al heard the crisp cloth he had washed that morning slide over the smooth skin of his elder brothers back.

"Yeah, that's right. It was really strange. After she left, about an hour or so, she came back in – yelling about someone knocking her out in the bathroom. Doesn't matter what she says though – Roy and I saw her – hell, she kissed us!" Ed exclaimed in disgust – throwing up his hands in exasperation, Al gave him a small understanding smile, and Ed continued after settling himself onto his bed.

"Well, Roy said right off she was fired, soon as she came rushing back in. So now Roy's filing charges against her, so it seems she'll be looked after for a month then transferred to a different department. She can't be fired – Roy's really pissed off about that, but she's right all we 'claim' she did is kissing us." Ed yawned, his pink tongue curling and Al looked quickly away, mind frantic for another topic.

Unable to think of one he walked to get his nightly glass of milk, his silent signal that he was ready to sleep.

Ed, knowing this, merely sighed and settled into the covers, turning over, his back facing the window. Al looked down at the last bit of milk, swallowing it down, it had...felt… odd tonight, warm – a comforting tingle along his spine.

Without a word to the already dozing Ed he curled toward the window – his vision was burry as he fell into sleep, but – he could have sworn he saw Envy's blue eyes watching them from outside the window, too alike the stars in dark of the night to alarm him from his sleep.