Chapter 13: Planetary GO!
August 22nd, 2013.
Thursday.
The next day Edward walks out of his last class of the day. Which was Physical Education.
He let's out a huge sigh of relief at knowing that he doesn't have another class to go to, because he was out of his last class—which was Physical Education—with a heavy sigh of relief, the teacher was nuts, no, that man was just Jack-shit-crazy for making his students do that kind of shit, and they weren't even in the army or in boot-camp for Christ sake!
Yet the teacher, Mr. Armstrong, insisted on the topic, that crazy bald teacher made them do nearly 90 push-ups, run 15 laps around the entire gym, do the rope climbing shit, and finish off with a good game of football, complete with tackling—which was perfectly legal in this game—as a way to "blow off steam".
Bullshit, Edward suspects that the man just wanted to see if 15-year-old teenagers could have heart attacks.
So now, after taking a well-deserved shower in the locker room, while everyone else was done and long gone mind you—because Edward was just a little bit weirded out about the whole concept of boys sharing showers in a confined area—he grabs his back-pack from his locker and shrugs on his other duffle-bag full of his P.E clothes and throws a towel over his other shoulder as he shuts his locker door. He double checks the lock to make sure it is secure, and turns around, just as he was about to head down the hallway to the back-doors of the school, he notices that Alphonse has yet to be dismissed from his class.
'Guess I have to wait for him.' Edward thought as he begins heading down the hallway. He rather takes the back-doors of the school now, because on one occasion, a couple days ago, Edward was almost caught hanging out with Envy by Ling of all people. They were innocently sitting outside the front doors of Central High simply talking about what they thought about the teachers—and with the words that Envy "thought" about the teachers, are better left un-said, considering his colorful choice of vocabulary—and before Ling could catch sight of who Edward was talking to, Envy caught sight of Ling first, and conveniently the long-haired male excused himself and starting running after his sister Lust.
That incident would've ended horribly, not to mention harassing, being as how Edward would have to try and explain to the both of them that he's been keeping his friendship with the both of the a "secret".
Only for the soul reason that Ling and Envy just hated each other to no ends.
Edward never found out the reason why Ling and Envy hated each other, but he guessed that it was definitely none of his business. So he leaves it as it is.
Just as Edward turns a corner and headed into the direction to where the back-doors of the school were located, he bangs his nose into someone's concrete hard chest, with a grunt of pain escaping his lips as he stumbles back a few steps. Before Edward had the chance to fall on his ass, strong arms encircle around his waist and holds him up in upright in a spot.
And during the whole falling ordeal, Ed has closed his eyes and was ready to take the pain like a man, but when he felt that nothing has happened—and that his ass didn't hurt—he slowly starts to open his eyes.
And soon he scowls in pure disappointment when he saw who it was that was holding him so perfectly in place.
"Greed…" Edward grumbles disdainfully. He half expected to meet piercing purple eyes and a sneer, followed by mocking or something just as insulting.
But instead, he is greeted with sharp shark-like teeth, stretched far too widely in a frightening looking grin, with black shades blocking out Edward's sight of auburn colored eyes. Jet-black and gelled hair, fell over the right side of his—surprisingly handsome—face.
Making the intimidating looking older male look all the more unapproachable.
And yet, Greed held tight onto Edward's small waist as he pulls his face down closer towards the younger teen inside his strong arms.
Edward instinctively maneuvers his head away, and to the side, as he pushes his hands to Greed's shoulders to hold the taller teenager at bay. "Back off Greed. Once was clearly enough." Edward snaps, growl set into his tone as he flicks his blazing golden eyes to Greed's sun-glasses.
Greed pulls his lips down into a small frown, before he puckers them up into a pout. "Aw, C'mon baby..." He purrs. "I miss your lips already." He smirks coyly, leaning his face closer towards Edward.
Edward had to force the embarrassing blush back down to the pit of his stomach as he growls more clearly than before.
So this time Greed can hear perfectly clear that he was uncomfortable with all the mushy, sappy, and embarrassingly gay pick-up lines.
"Ew...Don't go anywhere near my lips when you're pouting," Edwards states unabashed as he rolls his eyes passionately.
But then he blinks in realization to that last statement as he looks back up to Greed. "Actually, just don't come near me. Don't call me baby either." Edward commands sternly as he wiggles uncomfortably inside Greed's arms. "You're twenty Greed, and I'm only fifteen," Edward presses in irritation as he tries pulling Greed's arms away from his waist. "What could you possibly want from a 15-year-old boy?" He asks dubiously, his eyes focusing on the black sun-glasses covering over Greed's odd colored eyes.
Greed tilts his head to the side as he hums at the thought. As though he was just considering these thoughts for the very first time.
It was either that, but Edward has a hunch that Greed was merely humoring him.
'Maybe both.' Edward thought as his lips start pulling into a small frown.
"I think it's your eyes." Greed finally states, after a couple of silent—awkward—seconds. Greed's facial expression completely serious as he tightens his arms around the thin waist.
Edward raises an eyebrow. "That's not what I—"
"—It's your eyes that makes me wanna stay." Greed cuts in, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. "And I think it's your feisty attitude that pulls me towards you." He chuckles mirthlessly.
And at that candid and disconcerting statement, Edward felt his stomach do a weird and unpleasant flip-flop inside, his heart also stung at the words.
No one had ever said that to him before. He was told—mainly by Ling—that he only makes people nervous or uncomfortable with his eyes and his stares. And that was it.
But no one ever actually complimented him on his eyes...
"And it's the fact that the more I pull, the more you push away." Greed says with a casual shrug. "Playing hard to get, only turns me on." He announces with a sly smirk. "Every time a girl turns a guy down, it only makes the guy want to try harder to get the girl they want. Every guy in the entire fucking world knows this Ed!" Greed exclaims in exasperation. Finally he loses his hold on Edward's waist, only to pull his hand up towards the younger teenager's face to cup his cheek in his hand. "So, now do you get it?" Greed asks, smiling down towards Edward.
All Edward was able to do at that moment, was hold Greed's intense gaze with his own, his eyes slightly wide due to the surprising speech he was just given, and his throat suddenly felt very dry, like he hadn't had a sip of water all day. He felt like he needed to do something, say something, but all thoughts were soon interrupted when he realizes just who it is that he is talking to.
Edward finally peels his eyes away and takes a step backwards from Greed's touch as he nervously swallows down a wad of saliva. "Please. Spare the bullshit for the next idiot who actually wants to hear it." Edward insults apathetically with a passionate roll of his eyes as he backs out of the arms of Greed with a scowl pressed firm on his face.
Greed merely shrugs uncaring at Edward's insult. "Your words, they sting." Greed states with a humorlessly huff of a small chuckle. "Let's go." He commands, thumbing over his shoulder with a small smirk.
"Go?" Edward questions as he raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Go where? And why would I go anywhere with you?" He says, biting out the words.
"Like I said, they sting." Greed shrugs his shoulder once again, then shakes his head with a small smile reappearing across his face. "As I told you before, I like your lips, and your eyes. And I just love getting shot down from you." He announces, sarcasm barely heard inside his tone of voice as he clasps a hand onto Ed's shoulder as he stares deeply into the shorter teens eyes. "But this time, I want to actually do something for you." Greed says with a happy little smile stretching across his face as he holds his hand out expectantly towards Edward. "I wanna give ya a ride home." He announces smoothly.
Edward's eyes widen in surprise once again, before he schools his expression and narrows his eyes as he looks up skeptically at Greed. "That's all? I mean...You won't try to do anything else...Right?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow with his hands to his hips.
"What do you take me for? A rapist?" Greed scoffs, now insulted as he folds his arms over his chest. "I won't do anything else, I won't take you to the back of my car, and I won't bend you over my seats, and I won't plow your ass to oblivion." He exclaims, holding his hands up in surrender.
And to that painfully blunt statement, Edward felt his cheeks heat up considerably in embarrassment as he quickly looks away, hiding his feverishly blushing face with his long blonde bangs. "Don't say shit like that!" He nearly shouts. "It's embarrassing, not to mention, incredibly disgusting!" Edward announces in embarrassment as he throws up his hands and brushes past Greed. "Let's go already! You're wasting time!" He rants as he strides hurriedly down the hallway.
He hears Greed make a shrill wolf whistle behind him.
"Shut up!" Edward hisses over his shoulder with an icy glare. "Quit staring at me ass!" He snarls, hiding his butt with his back-pack as he continues his quick stride down the hall.
"I'll see you at home Al." Edward announces to his younger brother from inside the hallway. He uncomfortably pulls at his braid behind his head as he averts his gaze and stares intensely down at the floor, glaring in frustration as his boots.
Alphonse quirks a questionable eyebrow at his brother's fidgety behavior as he shuts his locker door. "Is there something I should know?" Alphonse asks, shrugging on his sweater. "And why aren't you gonna take the bus home with me?" Alphonse pouts. "I don't like the bus just as much you brother!" He argues, throwing his own back-pack over his shoulder as he and his brother start walking towards the back doors of the school.
For some odd reason, his brother liked taking the back doors of the school instead of the front doors like a normal person.
Edward sighs in exasperation at being caught fidgeting by his perceptive brother as he continues to glare down his boots. "I hate that Goddamn bus driver..." He hisses, but then raises his hands up in mock surrender with a sigh escaping his lips. "But that's not the reason why I'm not taking the bus with you...I.." He bit his lip nervously. "Got offered a ride...Home..." Edward slowly announces, a light pink color tinting his cheeks at the announcement. Nervous that his little brother might ask "by who?"
He doesn't know what to say if Alphonse asks that question, either tell him the truth, and get yelled at, or tell him a lie, and get yelled at again. His brother could be difficult that way.
"I couldn't exactly say 'No' and couldn't talk my way out of it either." Edward defends himself tersely. "But I promise to come home after. And I'll be there when you get at the apartment too!" Edward smiles nervously as he pats his younger brother on the shoulder. "I promise Al." He quickly quips.
Alphonse purses his lower lip as he stares intensely at his brother's nervous behavior. But then sighs with a nod of his head. "Fine. I'll take your word for that brother." He then sneers at his brother.
A sneer that can make the hairs on the back of Edward's neck stand on end. He easily recognizes that evil little smirk on his younger brother's face. Clearly his brother has a punishment in mind, if he doesn't stick to his word.
"But if you don't—" Alphonse starts.
'There it is...' Edward mentally groans.
"—You have to do my laundry for an entire week, including the dishes." Alphonse grills sternly. His wicked smile still spread wide on his face as he watches his older brother's expression turn from cautious, to horrified in a split second.
"But—! Al!" Edward shouts. "That's—that's just!" Edward stutters over his words, a little too shocked to actually come up with a full sentence. His brother was just cruel!
"That's if you don't come home that is—" His 'cruel' brother interjects. "So you better make sure you come home." Alphonse interrogates, pointing a menacing finger at Edward. "Or else…And I do mean that Edward." He states with a smile and a tilt of his head. "Besides, we promised Winry we would call her tonight, since we didn't get the chance to call her yesterday. She will be happy to hear your voice again." Alphonse says with a wistful smile at the mere mention of his best friend's name. His hazel eyes flick this way and that inside the hallways in hope, as though mentioning her name alone, could magically make her appear.
Edward had to smirk knowingly at the look he can easily see inside his little brother's eyes. "I see someone has a crush…" Edward teases lightly, and holds back his laughter when he notices his brother's cheeks turn a bright crimson at the teasing statement as he tries and hides his blushing face away inside the crook of his arm.
"No! I—!" Alphonse starts, but then scowls at his elder brother as he slaps Edward on the arm. "Get out of here! Remember what I said Edward!" Alphonse warns as he lightly punches his hysterically laughing brother multiple times on his arms.
Edward turns hurriedly away from his brother with a grin across his face. "I'll be home! Don't worry! Besides, I wanna be the one to tell Winry you secretly love her!" Edward continues to tease and quickly he ducks his head just in time as Alphonse throws his big history text book at his head. He ducks with a terrified yelp as he quickly dodges all the students that were filling the halls.
He runs like he was being chased down the hallways, in fear that his brother might come back and chase him just for teasing him about Winry.
As he runs down the stairs of the second floor of the school he had to smile to himself at his brother's antics. Alphonse never changed about the way he acts around Winry. They were best friends. Edward himself was best friends with Winry, but they were never as close as she and Alphonse were. But the way Alphonse acts towards her, was much different to how Edward was with her.
To Edward, Winry was like an annoying sister, and he always had fun teasing Winry about every little thing, always joked with her, pulled pranks on her, and yes, she even pulled a couple of good pranks back at him as well when they were in their "Rebellious Faze."
But Alphonse was different, he would treat Winry like glass, never rough housed with her, never wrestled as Ed always would, they never fought, and even if they did, Al would always let Winry win, unlike himself where losing to Winry was like admitting defeat to an enemy.
Alphonse…Liked Winry, that was as clear as day when Edward hangs out with the both of them, and how Winry stayed oblivious to it all, was just a mystery to him.
'Maybe she's in denial with her feelings?' Edward thought with a shrug as he continues to run throughout the hallways, heading ever closer towards his destination.
The back-doors of the school.
That's where he agreed to meet up with Greed after he talks to Alphonse. He also didn't want to be caught leaving the school with the likes of Greed either by the students.
Greed looked like he couldn't care-less if he was caught leaving school with Edward, but Ed himself didn't want to be caught.
Because what if the students start spreading rumors about him and Greed?
Edward has heard plenty of rumors about Greed. So leaving school with Greed of all people, the students that have nicknamed Greed as the "School Whore," would be like sticking a target sign on a soldiers back during a war.
Edward would be a target to the most cruelest of rumors and be mocked during the whole school semester.
Edward thinks that he has already endured plenty of enough mockery cut out for him to last another life time when he lived back in Phoenix, so he definitely didn't need any more ridicule from the new people around him.
"Hey pipsqueak!"
"I'm not fucking short!" Edward snarls loudly as he halts in his tracks and throws up his fists. "Call me short and I'll kick your ass!" Edward roars, then blinks away the red he sees clouding his vision when he recognizes the dark figure before him. "Envy?"
The long-haired teenager lazily waves a hand with a smirk on his face. "What? Expecting someone else?" He sneers.
Edward pales at the thought of another person, but then scoffs with a shrug of his shoulders. "No. Just never expected you to actually be in school. It's been what...Two days since you last came to school?" He says quirking an eyebrow as he folds his arms over his chest.
Envy shrugs at the question. "Whatever. It's only been two days. Nothing I can't handle." He says with a careless wave of his hand, before he arches an eyebrow at the short blond-haired teen. "Where you going? I saw you running down the halls like you were on fire, so I thought people were chasing after your tiny ass." He says with a smirk. "Came here looking for a fight, but only saw you." He says with a point of his finger.
Edward merely smirks as he cocks his hip to the side, dropping his duffle-bag to the floor at his feet. "Aw. How cute. Envy was worried about me?" He mocks, swinging his hips to the side.
A movement that Envy is pretending he wasn't staring at as he scoffs loudly and waves his hand dismissively. "Please, flattering yourself like that. How does it feel to be the biggest douche bag in Central High?" Envy snorts as he looks away from the teenager who was still swinging his hips around haughtily.
Edward stops his swinging hips and shrugs a shoulder casually. "Feels alright. But how does it feel to be punched by one?" Edward asks, rolling up his sleeves. "'Cos you're this close to close to getting your ass handed back to you." He growls defensively as he takes a step towards Envy on the other side of the hallway.
Envy only shakes his head at that remark with a smirk stretched across his face. "You're one funny runt." He says with a huff of a chuckle.
Edward snarls. "Fuck you! Come here! I'll prove it to you that height means nothin' when you're fighting!" Edwards shouts out a battle cry as he lunges towards Envy.
Who easily dodges the attack with a smile on his face as he spin around on his heel and swipes his left leg out as he tries to trip Edward's feet. But he wasn't expecting the blonde-haired runt to quickly jump up over his leg swipe and without missing a beat, Edward plants both his hands down on the floor—like some acrobatic asshole—as he lunges both his legs upwards and towards Envy's face.
And Envy barely had enough time to dodge that surprise attack as he spings backwards in order to put some distance between them inside the vacant hallway. As Envy slowly rises up from the floor, he quirks a surprised eyebrow at the teenager across from him.
"Where—the fuck—did you learn those moves from?" The long-haired teenager pronounces slowly, still a bit taken aback that a brat like Edward would be able to move so quickly.
Edward couldn't help but smirk haughtily at the surprise he easily heard inside Envy's tone of voice as he laces his hands behind his head and rocks back and forth on the heels of his boots. "Like my moves?" He smirks. "You inexperienced?" He says with a wiggle of his hips.
And yes, Edward meant that as a innuendo. He deserved to at least poke a little bit of fun out of Envy's defeat.
Envy felt his eyebrow twitch in utter annoyance as his face settles into a scowl. "Answer the question brat." He spits out the command. Trying hard to ignore the slow swaying of Edward's hips.
Edward shrugs his shoulders and raises his arms above his head as he starts to stretch out his muscles. "Self-taught...Mostly." He vaguely explains as he raises his hands above his head.
And Envy, yet again, found himself trying hard to not look towards the flat stomach belonging to the blonde-haired pip-squeak stretching across from him, stretch moves that caused Edward's sweater to ride slightly up his hips, and reveal pale skin underneath.
Edward stops stretching and sighs softly at the tension he felt leaving his muscles. "I had a teacher back in Phoenix who taught me and my brother a couple of different martial arts moves. Both me and Al would go over to her house everyday after school to train, in exchange for her teaching us how to fight, we would do her yard work and other chores around her house." Edward explains as he looks back to Envy, only to notice that the older teenager was staring intensely at him.
As though he had grown three heads.
"What? Something on my sweater?" Ed asks as he lifts the fabric in both his hands to inspect it closely.
Envy...Just couldn't catch a break.
He had to glare at the floor boards and at his boots just to avoid looking towards Edward's stomach that was once again, out on display in front of him. Was the kid trying to get him riled up and hormonal?
The long-haired teenager growls lowly inside his throat as he continues to stare heatedly at the floor. "So where was it you were going, brat?" He asks.
"Ah shit!" Edward curses loudly as he runs back to his back-pack and shrugs it hurriedly over his shoulder. "I was going home! I gotta prove to Alphonse wrong!" He announces in a rush as he starts jogging back down the hallways towards the back doors of the school. "See you later masterbator!" He shouts over his shoulder as he runs down the hall opposite of Envy.
"Suck a dick runt!" Envy calls back with a smirk twisted across his face.
"I'm on my waaaay!" Edward jokes.
Envy realizes that he was pretending a lot lately that day as he feels a tiny trickle of jealously rage around wildly inside of him at those words that he just so knew were a complete joke and a lie. But he couldn't help but scowl at the words, and slowly, he begins following after the runt.
Just in case the kid wasn't joking.
As Edward zigzags down the hallway at a hurried pace, he finally makes it to the back doors of Central High and the first thing he is greeted with as soon as he opens one of the steel doors, was the warm sun blazing across his skin.
He sighs in content at the feeling and he starts blinking rapidly to get his surroundings together, trying to get his golden eyes adjusted to the blare of the sun, and the second thing he is greeted with, is the image of Greed leaning casually against a black Ford Mustang—with two white stripes painted from the hood, all the way to the bumper of the muscle car. Greed's black button up shirt, opened wide to reveal the dark blue muscle shirt underneath. A shirt that made Greed look much older than what his age actually is.
And Edward noted inside his head as he starts walking his way towards Greed's muscle car, was that he shouldn't be so keen on checking out Greed's clothing, just in case the older teenager gets the wrong idea inside his perverted head.
"Nice ride." Edward noted. "How much was it?" He asks in curiosity as he looks to the shining silver rims of the car.
Greed smirks at the question. "Interested in me now?" He asks happily.
Edward only rolls his eyes. "Give it up Greed." He informs the older teen as he runs a finger down the side of the white stripe painted on the hood of the pure black car. "I'm not interested in you. Only the car you drive." He quips over his shoulder as he narrows his eyes at Greed.
The 20-year-old smirks at the insult and slaps a hand onto the hood of the car. "I don't know, it's an early birthday present." He sneers haughtily.
Edward quirks an eyebrow up towards Greed, the older teenager who is now hovering just above his blonde head. And just for safety reasons, Edward takes a cautious step back, to keep a casual distance between them.
"Isn't your birthday in a couple more weeks?" Edward asks curiously, golden eyes concentrated on the odd look he's receiving from Greed.
Greed looks down at the short blonde-haired teen and leans closer towards Edward's face, noting the way the runt shrinks in on himself as he gets closer, he notices how Edward moves cautiously away from him, as though he was afraid.
The 20-year-old male straightens up his hunched over posture and plants his hand onto the hood of his car in order to lean casually against the vehicle. "How do you know that?" He inquires Edward curiously.
Edward pales at his casual slip up he made to Greed as he looks away nervously, racking his brain for a lie to tell Greed.
Envy was the one who told him that Greed's birthday was coming up a few days back. Envy also told him to give Greed a blow-job as some kind of fucked up birthday present.
But that was one thing Edward rather not have pictured, ever. For the unpleasant image has been seared into his brain since.
Edward shudders in pure disgust at the mere image popping up inside his brain—again—and willing the image away, he shrugs his shoulders and leans his hips into Greed's car. "I just heard a couple of people talk about it inside the hallways earlier. I didn't think it was true though." He easily lies with another casual shrug of his shoulders.
Greed gives Edward a lop-sided smirk as he wraps his arm around Edward's slender waist in order to pull the teenager towards his own body in a tight, one-armed, embrace. He hugs Edward into his stomach and his chest.
Edward's head barely reached the middle of his chest.
'So short!' Greed thought with a bright grin creeping across his face. "What do you plan on giving me for my birthday, babe...?" He purrs seductively into Edward's ear below.
Edward shivers at Greed's breath ghosting across the back of his neck, and holds Greed's wrists inside both his hands and he makes sure that he digs his nails hard into Greed's flesh. "Nothing." He deadpans in complete honesty. "If you keep calling me 'babe' and holding me like this, you'll get Jack-shit...You pervert." Edward quips heatedly
"Mmm...Then how 'bout we do just this on my birthday then, hm?" Greed hums closer towards Edward's ear, lips barely touching the blonde's earlobe. "Nothing else, just keep doing this as my present." Greed says, nuzzling into Edward's neck.
Edward raises an eyebrow at the request. "Give you a hug?" He questions sarcastically. "How sad are you?" He scoffs and tarts wiggling uncomfortably inside Greed's grasp. "Let me go...I already feel smothered, and we're not even dating." He announces sternly with a passionate roll of his eyes.
Greed plants his chin onto Edward's shoulder and hugs the teenager tighter, making Edward halt his weak attempts at escaping his arms. "If we were dating...Would you give me my birthday present?" Greed's smile grew ten-fold. "Let's date!" He announces eagerly.
"Wha—!?" Edward blushes feverishly. "I'm not—! That's not what I—!" He tries to defend himself.
"—will you go out with me, Edward Elric?" Greed purrs as he buries his face into Edward's neck, breathing in the sweet scent of Edward's freshly shampooed hair.
Edward yelps at the lips tracing across the side of his neck as he starts panting heavily, Greed was hugging him tighter. Making it barely impossible to breath properly.
Now Ed really felt smothered, not to mention—put on the fucking spot!
"N-n…!" Edward squirms harder. 'Now what're you gonna do!?' His mind screams at him.
"I-I…" Edward looks down towards his booted feet with a heavy sigh of defeat, the lips trailing across his neck finally halts. 'I have to tell him the truth...' His mind whispers.
"I-I'm not...G-gay, Greed." He stammers nervously. It was the truth. But why does he feel like an idiot? He also felt like a liar, but it was the truth. So why does he feel so bad?
Greed rolls his eyes. "Sure, you're not, then what're you gonna do...When I—"
Edward yelps in surprise when he suddenly feels himself being turned forcibly around without his consent, and his surprise went up further when he felt Greed's lips, crash into his own. His eyes wide, and mind completely blown. 'What the fuck!?' Edward shouts inside his head.
Greed's eyes were looking into his own. Lips still locked onto one another's.
Edward hears himself give an audible whimper from underneath Greed's lips. He starts stirring inside Greed's arms once again, but with his body held so tightly in place by Greed's much bigger—and muscular—arms, his hands were unfortunately pinned to his sides. And escape was merely a dream now.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' And that's all that could be heard raging inside Edward's head at that moment.
Greed gives a wicked smirk as he notices the bright blush tinged across the younger teenager's cheeks. And carefully, Greed licks the shorter teen's bottom lip.
Edward gives a sharp gasp of surprise at the tongue touching his lip, and without missing a beat, Greed plunges his tongue into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around Edward's very own tongue. As though his tongue was searching for something inside the shorter teen's mouth.
Edward then imagined himself turning into a pile of Edward mush inside Greed's arms at the touch of another's tongue on his own. His hands that were once holding onto Greed's wrists tightly, went slack as soon as Greed's tongue had entered his mouth; his legs felt like jelly underneath his own weight, and just to avoid looking into Greed's happily shining eyes, he shuts his eyes tightly.
He then hears himself give a throaty sounding—not to mention a very weird sounding—moan when Greed's tongue brushes across his own. His lips were being ravaged once again by the older male.
But this time, it was different, he soon started to feel his own lips following along with Greed's slow tempo. He was willingly kissing Greed.
Just as Edward was rendered speechless, he hears Greed give a low, guttural growl of some kind, almost like a purr, and Edward couldn't help but shiver at the noise. It was exciting, enticing, but also so very wrong on so many different levels.
'This is…! I Can't be doing this…!' Edward denies profusely inside his head. Lips still moving on their own accord. 'It's—! It's—! This is so—'
"Hah..!" Edward pants as soon as Greed momentarily lets go of his lips. But as soon as he pants, Greed plants his lips over Edward's, further deepening the kiss.
"This is so wrong."
Greed growls in frustration into the kiss.
Edward quickly breaks away from the mouth on top of his own as he casts his wide, shocked golden eyes towards the direction of the back doors of the school. And there stood a scowling teenager; long, odd moss-colored-hair hanging in chaotic strands all around his head with a dark purple colored bandanna folded neatly over his forehead, wearing an even stranger choice of wardrobe.
There Envy stood, with his arms folded over his chest as he glares heatedly at the older teenager holding the short—wimpy, puny, pathetic—runt in what looked to be, a loving embrace of some sorts.
And that wasn't even the worse part.
He just walked in—well technically out—on the both of them, tongue fucking each-others brains out.
And yes, he was thoroughly disgusted. By the both of them.
Disgusted to the pit of his core at one person in particular.
Envy scowls darkly at the blonde-haired runt. Who looks more stupid than usual with his mouth hanging open in shock.
Edward could only open and close his mouth, trying to explain the situation. But when he opens it again for the fourth time, a strangled sounding cat noise dies on his lips.
Envy growls loudly in annoyance, and anger, as he whips his malicious glare towards Greed once again.
And Greed only smirks at the acidic glare as he tilts his head to the side. Just daring Envy to do something, say something, make him do something. Well, Envy was all too ready to give into his "Dear Big brother's" wish.
Envy bolts it full speed towards Greed—and the runt that didn't even see it coming—as his fist flies towards Greed's jaw, where it lands with a heavy and hard sounding smacking sound, and he can only sneer triumphantly when he manages to knock Greed right off his balance and he watches in complete satisfaction as Greed falls right onto his ass with a pained sounding groan.
And Edward, poor dear—pathetic, useless, idiotic—Edward...Could only stand stock still as the whole-ordeal broke out, he only had time to hold his breath for the inevitable. And when Envy turns towards him, he stiffens in response.
Envy notices the younger teenager bracing himself as he inhales sharply at the glare he shoots at him.
Edward opens his mouth and waves his hands in the air around him. "I—this is not w-what it looks like Envy! I-I-I w-was—"
"Are you alright?" Envy abruptly interjects the kid's annoying stuttering problem with a deadpanned question.
Edward blinks, then blinks again in confusion as he slowly nods his head. "Yeah…?" He replies slowly, unsure at the sudden change in Envy's attitude and behavior.
Envy merely nods his head once and crosses his arms over chest as he cocks his hip to the side. "Good." He deadpans as he looks back down towards Greed on the concrete. To see him smiling up at him with blood pouring down his chin and into his blue muscle shirt.
The long-haired teen only snorts at the haughty look on his adopted brother's smug face as he turns his attention back to Edward. Who continues to look at him as though he just sprouted fucking wings.
He scowls at the dumb expression. "Quit fucking staring at me retard. Get your shit and let's go." He growls as he turn swiftly around on his heel and heads back to the schools back doors. His hips sashaying with the quick strides he's taking.
Edward looks back to Greed, then back over to Envy. And sighs heavily in frustration as he kneels down towards Greed and thumbs over his shoulder, locking eyes with the smug looking older teenager. "I guess I'm catching a ride with him...But I'll...See you later, Greed." Edward announces slowly. He pats Greed on his shoulder, before he turns towards the doors and heads back to the school.
Edward hears Greed's infamous wolf-whistle shoot from behind him and he shivers in repulse.
'And I thought he got the 'bastard' knocked out of him…' Edward thought with a scowl pressed firm on his face. 'Oh well…Should I humor him…?' Edward thought. Disgusted with himself for even considering the idea.
But he stops by the doorway of the school anyways, turns his head and smiles slyly at the bloody, smirking Greed, and rocks his hips from side to side before he quickly strides inside.
A bright and embarrassing red blush quickly spreads it's way across his face as soon as he hears a loud holler come from behind him just as the door closes shut.
"So what the fuck happened to all your 'moves'" Envy mimes quotation marks in the air. "That you could've done to Greed?" He says with a loud scoff directed at the miserable looking teenager sitting across from him. He picks up a fry and throws the greasy potato into Edward's scowling face.
Currently they are sitting inside a fast-food restaurant. McDonald's to be specific.
"What happened to that cocky little shit that I saw earlier inside the hallway?" Envy asks, smirking as Edward throws the food back into his tray.
Edward growls at having food thrown at his face, then picks up his own fry and throws it in his mouth. "I don't know." He pauses to chew and swallow. "Guess they completely left me stranded as I was practically taken advantage of, in my weak and fragile state of mind." Edward states with a loud sarcastic sounding scoff and a roll of his eyes. "I don't know. I guess I wasn't thinking at the time." Edward replies truthfully.
"Tch, no surprise there." Envy mutters, slurping loudly from the straw inside his cup, and smirks when he manages to piss off the runt in front of him.
Edward growls inaudibly as he slurps on his own soda before he slams it down on to the table and stares directly into Envy's eyes. "Greed was my first kiss. I was shocked and didn't know what to do." He quickly explains.
There. He finally admitted it. After so many days of keeping it a secret towards him, Ling, and also Alphonse. But who cares about what Ling knows, and what he doesn't know? The black-haired bastard hasn't talked to him since the Fireworks Festival anyways.
As Edward waits for the most likely pissed off reaction from Envy, he looks away and out towards the window beside them at their table. Edward was waiting for Envy's swearing fit, his accusations, and he was most likely gonna be called a "faggot" or "Disgusting" or something else equally hurtful for kissing his older brother. And Edward would then be forever mocked and teased by him, breaking whatever friendship they had.
And also get his ass kicked in the process.
But instead of all the bad, to worse, situations that is currently running though his head, he's met with a loud snort and a single curt nod from Envy.
Which makes Edward blink incredulously multiple times. 'That's it for the reaction?' Edward thought, and here he was getting ready to get his ass kicked!
"Greed is like that, he wants any new piece of ass that shows up out of nowhere and tries to lay a claim on it." Envy explains as he glares heatedly out the window beside him at the booth. He growls loudly at the next thought. "He caught sight of your ass and wanted to make it his. See why he's called Greed?" He snorts loudly and looks back to the gaping blonde-haired teen across from him with a smirk. "See why I warned you the first day you showed up? Greed wanted you. And I already knew this from the first day I caught sight of your blonde-head from the crowd." He says with a long tired sigh.
Edward pales at that horribly true statement as he furrows his eyebrows together in confusion as he looks back to Envy. "Then why aren't you getting mad?" He questions.
Envy merely stares at him as though he's the biggest idiot in the world.
And only continues to stare at him for several more seconds.
Edward growls and slams his hands on top of the table. "Come on! Say something at least! You should be getting angry! Getting mad and throwing shit at me because I fell for it!" Edward rages as he gesticulates wildly in the air around him.
Envy smirks and props an elbow up on the table as he cradles his chin on the back of his hand as he leans on the table closer towards the brat. "Do you want me to make a big deal of you kissing Greed? Do you think that I should give a damn about who you can and cannot kiss?" Envy asks with a curious tilt of his head and a sneer.
Edward stops flapping his arm about as he stares wide eyed into the dark purple eyes leering directly at him. He soon starts feeling his cheeks reddening at the knowing look getting shot at him from the older teenager as he turns his head away to hide his blush. "No! I was just…"
"Wondering if I would kick your ass for kissing my older step brother?"
Edward sputters at that blunt—but so terribly true—statement as he turns his head towards Envy again and narrows his eyes. "Yes. Because I kissed your brother." Edward pronounces slowly as he quirks an eyebrow. "Isn't that disgusting to you?" He asks, taking a bite out of his fry.
Envy shrugs and throws a burnt fry over his shoulder un-caringly. "No. I don't give a shit about what my brother kisses." He states rather seriously. "He could kiss a bears ass for all I care." He snorts and couldn't help but smirk at the thought, before turning his gaze back to the blushing brat in front of him. "But you on the other hand, I actually give a shit about." He deadpans, face set in a serious scowl.
Edward stops his advance towards biting into his fry, as he stares at Envy with shock clear to his expression.
Envy snorts at the brat's priceless expression as he pulls a straw out of his cup and sticks it inside his mouth. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I love you and all that romantic shit, I'm just saying that you could do much better than my older brother." He states as he punches the straw back into the cup after biting it. "There's plenty of guys out there to suit your tastes." He chuckles humorlessly at the statement. "This is such a gay conversation, that I'm actually finding it hilarious." He laughs.
Edward snorts with a shake of his head as he pushes the fries away from him with both his hands and looks out the window beside him, suddenly losing his appetite. "I'm not gay though." He announces in a deadpan, monotone voice.
It goes silent once again. More silent than what it already was inside that vacant fast-food restaurant.
Envy finally turns his gaze towards Edward. "Hmph." He snorts humorlessly. "Sure. But then why did you like it?"
"Like what?" Edward questions, turning back to Envy.
Who crashes his lips onto his own in a rough kiss.
Edward's face goes incredibly red in a bright blush as his eyes widen in shock, his once calm breathing turns heavy in seconds as his mind rages wildly for the possible and painful out-comes. Wondering how on Earth he would be able to punch Envy's light's out, when both his arms felt like jelly as he practically whimpers into the kiss. And he whimpers loudly at that. It scared him to make such a pitiful noise in front of the long-haired teenager.
When Envy finally pulls away, he licks his lips and shrugs his shoulders as he sits back down in his seat. "You taste like fries." He states with a smirk as he stares at the gaping blonde sitting in front of him and points directly at his face. "Told you that you would like it!" He laughs at the blushing figure across from him.
Edward makes a strangled cat noise once again as he lightly touches his lips "Why would you—"
"—kiss you? Don't over-think it brat." Envy says, waving his hand dismissively. "I did it because I wanted to know what it feels like, and because I wanted you to think of that as your first kiss. Not my brothers." He states humorlessly as he begins slurping loudly from the straw inside his cup once again.
Edward looks back to Envy with uncertainty sparkling in his eyes.
"You ready to go yet? I'm getting bored sitting here." Envy grumbles as he flicks his eyes back out the window.
Edward, who is still at a loss for words, simply stares down at his tray in front of him. His mind still raging about the entire situation. What he should say, or do about the kiss? Then shakes his head with a sigh. Deciding that it's best to listen to Envy's advice and not think about it too hard. Because he was only gonna over-think it anyways once he gets back home.
He soon sits up quickly. "Fuck! Shit! Damn it!" He swears loudly.
Getting an eyebrow quirked up at him from Envy, who only continues to sip on his drink.
"I told Alphonse that I was gonna prove him wrong!" Edward shouts, waving his hands about in the air.
Only to receive a snort from the older teenager as he continues to drink his pop.
Edward growls in frustration as he slams his hands on the table. "C'mon! Let's go!" Edward rants. "Hurry up and take me home!" He shouts loudly as he rushes towards the doors of McDonald's, leaving behind Envy.
Who only hums in reply as he gets up from the table and walks towards the doors. He shoves his hands into his tight jeans pockets and strides to the doorway, long hair whipping behind him with each step he takes.
Edward grumbles loudly as he throws his brother's dirty clothes into the dryer, once he looks back down to the laundry hamper, he sighs heavily in relief when he finds that the laundry hamper is now completely empty. He didn't have to wash clothes again, until tomorrow that is. And the day after that, and the day after that, and so on and so forth.
Man...Did he hate losing bets. Especially to Alphonse.
"So…"
Edward jumps a foot high in the air with a loud shriek flying from his lips and quickly he turns around to face whoever had just snuck up from behind him. He blinks several times when he sees that it's Alphonse standing by the doorway of the small laundry room, with his little kitten—whose name is now Schiff for some odd reason—sitting on top of Al's shoulder, glaring daggers at him.
"Why did it take you long to get home?" Alphonse inquires curiously as he steps into the laundry room. "You didn't walk, did you?" Alphonse asks as he shakes his head disapprovingly.
Edward snorts and leans his back against the now empty washing machine as he shakes his head. "No, I didn't walk...It would be hell in those boots." He says with a small huff of a chuckle slipping past his lips as he looks back to Alphonse, who's face was wrinkled up in confusion. He sighs heavily and puts up his hands in surrender. "Look, I...Lost track of time, I guess..." He states uneasily.
He wasn't really sure whether or not he should tell Alphonse the truth. Tell him that he was eating at McDonald's with Envy, the one and only person who Alphonse couldn't stand out of all the people inside Central High. Or tell a little white lie to his brother.
He never kept secrets from Alphonse...So if he did, just this one time, would Al hate him for it...?
Edward hangs his head at the thought. He has to tell the truth...If he wanted his brother's trust and respect to remain intact.
Alphonse arches an eyebrow at Edward's suspicious answer as he reaches his an arm up to his shoulder to pet his kitten. "So...You hung out at the school until the buses left?" Alphonse smirks at his brother. "Did you really want to do my laundry—and the dishes—that badly?" He asks with a smile lighting his features.
Edward sighs heavily and scratches the back of his blonde head as he casts his eyes down to the floor uncomfortably. "Well...You promise not to get mad...?" He asks timidly.
Alphonse tilts his head to the side. "Yeah…?" He answers uneasily.
Edward shakes his head as he looks back up to his brother. "C'mon Al, you gotta promise." He states determinedly.
Alphonse rolls his eyes and raises a hand to his heart. "I promise." He swears truthfully. "So tell me."
It goes silent for a couple of awkward seconds, before Edward sighs heavily in defeat as he looks back down to the floor. He couldn't meet his brother's icy glare once he tells him the truth of why he was late. "I was at McDonald's...With Envy, and I—I…H-he…" He stammers nervously.
He was suddenly feeling very small in front of his brother, he also felt like a total asshole for telling him the truth. Because he doesn't know how Alphonse would react to this disturbing news...
"He kissed you...?!" Alphonse whispers harshly in horror as his eyes widen in shock.
Edward blushes brightly as he quickly nods his head, that is still turned down towards the floor. "But please don't tell anyone!" Edward implores desperately. "I promised Envy that I wouldn't, and I feel like a piece of shit for just telling you this, but I know I can't keep it a secret from you...And I…I don't know what to think..." Edward trails off uneasily. "Or what to do for that matter...Envy told me not to think about it too hard…But I can't help it! He's just…" Edward gives a long and frustrated sounding groan as he swipes his hands down his feverishly blushing face.
"He kissed you..." Alphonse repeats again, voice still held in a whisper. He wasn't fully believing, or understanding, why Edward would hang out with the likes of Envy anyways. Envy was nothing but trouble.
And suddenly they're sharing secret kisses in fast-food restaurants? Like it's some sort of date!? Yeah, it's definitely hard to believe, and to take in, all at once.
It just wasn't...Wasn't...Right.
It was abnormal in a way. Disturbing...
Edward looks up at his brother and gives him a pleading, almost desperate, look. "Please don't be mad Al…" Edward asks timidly. "I didn't know what to do…And I still don't know what to do about it either…And I'm scared that everyone will find out, especially Hohenhiem!" Edward whispers in fright at the thought of his father finding out he's kissing other guys while living inside his house. "And what if he kicks me out because of that? I'll have to leave you here, and move to Granny Pinako's…! I just can't…" He shakes his head in frustration as he averts his frightful gaze back down to his feet with a tired, hollow sounding sigh.
Alphonse stares at his older brother, who now seemed very smaller and younger than what he was used to seeing inside his brother. He was used to seeing Edward fearless, and strong, but now...Edward looks scared, confused, and hurt all at the same time. It was scary to see his brother look this way. He doesn't know why Envy would kiss his brother, and Edward probably doesn't know the reason why either, but Alphonse can tell that the questions were eating Edward up inside.
Maybe his brother wasn't entirely gay as he thought he was...Just...So very, very confused. And scared on top of all that as well.
Alphonse sighs heavily and shuffles his feet uncomfortably. He didn't know how to word this...This was a touchy subject to talk about...What he's about to ask Edward, just might make Edward hate him.
"Ed..." Alphonse calls timidly.
Edward meekly looks up from the floor, his golden bangs falling into his face as he stares up at his younger brother's uncertain looking facial expression. "Yeah...?" He replies slowly.
Alphonse shoots him a wry smile as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I promise not to tell anyone about this...Thing." He waves his hand uncomfortably with a smile. "And I'll keep it a secret from dad too. Because...Well...This is disturbing news." He announces with a shiver racing down his spine, before he clears his throat. "But I'm not mad brother." he says with a bright smile and a tilt of his dirty blonde head. "Also...Edward...?" he calls his brother's name meekly.
Edward clears his throat nervously. "Y-yeah…?" He squeaks.
"Are you…Gay…?" Alphonse asks, concern and understanding clear in his facial expression, and his tone of voice as he tilts his head to the side. His kitten mewing on his shoulder.
As if he was wondering the exact same thing.
And Edward couldn't help but blush once again at that question. He quickly hides his face with his blonde bangs as he shrugs his shoulders, then growls in displeasure at his own idiocy. "God...I don't even know what I am anymore!" He announces in frustration. "I'm a brother, I'm a boy, and I live in L.A...That's all I know about myself nowadays." He growls under his breath as he looks back up to his brother and shoots him a weak smile. "I guess you can say...I'm confused...?" He chuckles humorlessly as he slaps a hand to his hip.
Alphonse smiles back with a simple nod of his head, as though he came up with the same conclusion. Which he did. "You could say that." He chuckles lightly as he walks towards his brother and slaps an encouraging hand upon his shorter brother's shoulder. "But, just to tell Ed...I wouldn't give a damn if you were gay or not. I'll accept you. Because I already do now." He announces with a small smile. "Whatever you feel like you should do, or say, it's entirely up to you...And I'll accept whatever decisions you make. You're secrets will be my secrets, and your problems will be my problems too. I'll do whatever I can to help you, Ed." He exclaims happily as he smiles kindly at his brother. "And I promise you that."
Edward can feel a dry lump form in his throat at the speech his little brother has just made as his eyes begin to burn and well-up with tears. "OH AL!" He wails as he wraps his arms around his brother.
Who howls in fright as he is suddenly tackled by his older brother, the sudden unexpected hug threw him off balance. His cat that was once siting peacefully on his shoulder, soon screeches in dismay as Schiff clings desperately onto his shoulder for dear life.
Both Alphonse and his cat get tackled down to the laundry room floor.
"Edward!" Alphonse hisses in displeasure. But as soon as he looks down to his chest, he can see Edward practically curled up on top of him, hands clinging desperately onto his yellow shirt and burying his blushing face deep inside his shirt.
And Edward, all the while, kept repeating the words: "Thank you."
Alphonse smiles down at the blonde head resting on top of his chest as he pats the soft bright hair, the way he would pet his kitten. "I'm starting to think that I should've kept my kitten's name as Edward."
"Shut up." Edward sniffles. "That's a horrible name for a kitten...!" He hisses, still desperately holding onto the yellow shirt of his brother.
Who only laughs happily as he keeps petting his brother's blonde head like he would for his cat.
Who is sitting beside Alphonse's head, batting playfully at Al's spiky blonde hair as it hisses pitifully.
A little brotherly love here, siblings are the best. I should know, I have three.
Anywhoo! Uploaded another chapter (for those who are still willing to read my story) You should be seeing the newest chapters soon! So i'm looking forward for THAT!
Also...Edward and Envy...I like that couple personally. And damn Edward doesn't even know that he's driving Envy crazy!
A little more Greed/Ed moments, there will be more to come, but do NOT worry, Edward will sooner or later come to a conclusion and will finally make his choice! But not for a while now...So stay tuned for more!
I will get back to ya people as soon as I can! Hopefully life doesn't throw me another fucking fast ball...Is that the expression? Or is it "I hope life doesn't throw me another screw ball" ...? That is the question...
Anyways, I'm rambling for no apparent reason again.
-Hella