Warning: A bit more yaoi in this chapter, so if you don't want to read it, skip the first paragraph.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own any characters in this story except for Despair/Ava Marina.
And yes, the OOC-ness is back~
Envy thought cruelly as he eyed his victim underneath him. He slowly shifted off his shorts, and began positioning himself atop the man. He roughly pulled down the man's pants and underwear; although he made sure that he didn't tear them. Before entering the man, he stopped himself. I've only done this once before, but even I find this sick. It's not as satisfying as with a woman, but still . . . he needs to learn his lesson. He pushed his member forcefully into the man's entrance. Roy gave out a muffled cry of pain as Envy pulled in and out repeatedly through his entrance. Envy felt a warm liquid trickle over his member as his member tore the sides of Roy's entrance. He smiled and pushed harder and harder, gaining a fast-paced rhythm. "If you don't want it to hurt more than it should, I'd suggest that you give in, Mustang. There's not much point in resisting!" Envy laughed. Upon hearing this, the man's entrance grew tighter. Why must they always do the opposite? Envy thought to himself. He gave one more thrust and spilled his seed into Roy. He pulled himself out of the man, grabbed his collar and pulled the man's face close to his. "Now, first of all, no-one will know about this little episode. Secondly, you will not tell anyone about what Despair, or Ava, or whatever the hell you call her, has told you. If you do tell, I will track you down, Roy Mustang, and I will kill you, and anyone close to you, namely your subordinates . . . and Riza; I'll choose a special little punishment for her." His eyes glinted at Roy. "Do you understand?" he asked coldly. The man slowly shook his head. Envy unbound the man, unlocked the door, and whispered a few orders into his ear. Roy shook his head again and, as if in pain, left the room in a grave manner. Envy seated himself in a relaxing manner at one of the chairs of the reading section, waiting for Roy to bring his prize to him.
Despair heard the door open, but only Roy came in. There was something definitely different about him. His gaze was blank, somewhat sullen. "Marina, Hawkeye wanted to show you your records, if you wanted to see them." He said, his voice dry and not laced with his usual vigour. "Sure, Colonel." He led her out of the office, silently, without making any comments or remarks along the way. Something was definitely wrong with him. He opened the door to the records room, but insisted to return to the office once she entered. She closed the door, worry for Roy still on her mind. "Lieutenant Hawkeye? What did you want to show me?" she said, trying to find the woman. A slim figure stepped out of the shadows, but it wasn't Hawkeye. Despair narrowed her eyes. "You."
"Did ya miss me?" He grinned, as he dodged a folder flying towards his head. "I'll take that as a yes." Despair continued glaring at him. This time, I have power. She thought confidently. She willed the desks and chair around to ram into Envy's dodging figure. If he dodged, he'd be hit by another. And another. And another. Envy's crumpled form lay between the shattered pieces of wood that were once desks. Despair walked over and let her cruel, homunculus side take over. "How does it feel like being on the receiving end, huh, Envy?" She smiled, and began laughing just as Envy had many times. She slammed her foot into his chest, hearing him groan underneath the pressure. Envy whipped up his hand, and dragged her down into the rubble. Despair punched with all her might, pushing Envy further into the crackled ground. Despair breathed out, satisfied. Suddenly, a flash of pain went through her. She slowly looked down at her stomach and saw a large, splintering piece of wood sticking through her tattoo and out her back. Red blood started gathering around the wound, as she fell to the ground, stiff like a falling tree. Envy got up, and stretched a few muscles, popping his shoulders back into place. He casually went over to where Despair was lying. She feebly lifted a chair telekinetically, exerting herself with all her willpower. Envy stepped down onto her throat. The wobbling chair fell with a smash, and Despair's eyes bulged. The only sounds in the room were her gasps, trying to get oxygen past Envy's foot. "M-Master . . ." she barely managed to hiss out. Envy pressed his foot even harder. "DON'T EVEN TRY THAT CRAP WITH ME! GOT IT? NOT ONLY IS FATHER PISSED OFF AT ME, HE'S ALSO GOING TO MAKE MY LIFE HELL IF YOU ESCAPE AGAIN!" Envy practically screamed out, crushing the room's silence. He breathed out in angry huffs, grabbing Despair by the front of her uniform and flinging her across the room. She slammed into the far wall, breaking off the back end of the wood that was still lodged into her. But his torture wasn't over. He took her again, pushed over the stacks of records and threw her under the falling bookcases. The room was filled with the sound of a sickening crunch. Envy lifted the final bookcase off of her and pulled her out. Her face and body were covered in blood, while small pieces of bones jutted out of her broken limbs. "You'll never escape from me, my dear pet. Never." He whispered, and felt the creature that was once the girl shudder in his grasp.
A black-haired woman was lounging about in her HQ, obviously with nothing to do. Since Envy left to find the brat, this place has really been quiet. She thought too soon. Loud footsteps echoed through the pipe-filled chambers, and a shadow appeared at the entrance. Envy was carrying something red and disfigured. Lust raised an eyebrow at him. "Speak of the devil, Envy. What the hell is that?" She queried, walking towards. He dropped the thing onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was Despair. Blood dripped heavily from her, many broken bones emerged from her small body, and a part of a wooden plank was stabbed into her Ouroboro's tattoo. Her body didn't seem to be healing at all, maybe because of the wooden plank. "You really 'took care' of her this time." She mused, moving closer to the girl to pull out the plank. "What do you think you're doing? This is between me and her!" He glared, pushing Lust away from Despair. He picked the limp creature up again, and carried her over to where Father was working.
"Envy, take this. And this time, make sure she's under control." Father ordered, a cold gaze sweeping over Envy and Despair. Envy took the black stone and removed the plank from Despair's tattoo, quickly replacing it with the smaller object. Almost instantly, Despair's wounds began healing, the small cuts finally starting to heal. However, the bones only moved slightly. Envy returned to her old cell. He strapped her onto a stretcher, chaining each limb with thick chains and metal cuffs. He threw one last disgusted look towards her and left the cell, carefully double-locking the cell.
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