Title: My Pride
By: Alchemist X
Summary: Ed has become a sin, Envy's greatest dream has come true. Now all he has to do is seduce him. Envy/Ed a.k.a. Envy/Pride
Disclaimer: Okay I donut own FMA, or the characters. I donut even own "Pride" I've seen fan art of him, thought it was a fun idea so I wrote a story about it. If ANYONE has any information about Pride I would love to know it!
Chapter Ten:
Pride shivered, as Roy buried his face into his neck.
He hurt, not only was the ouroborous aching, and the sudden flash of Edward's memory made him dizzy. But he was starting to remember something else, Someone Else...
"Greed?" he whimpered, and felt Roy pause in the movement of rubbing his cheek against Pride's neck. A moment went by, and Roy dismissed the helpless sound and continued to pet and smoother the shaking Sin with affection.
Pride gulped and closed his eyes, 'No... Greed?... Stop...' he thought sluggishly. When realization hit him hard, and he screamed in a panicked voice, "NO! STOP!" he began to struggle, thrashing his arms and hitting Roy away. The general blinked as his body was shoved away, and then a hard fist came in contact with his face. He was thrown to the rough carpet, and looked up to see Pride holding himself. A look of unsurness on his face.
Roy gulped, 'Oh God... what did I do?" he wondered, and reached a shaky hand out to the blond. Pride's eyes widened and he stepped back.
"S-Sorry Mustang, I-I gotta go..." he stuttered before turning on heel, his golden man flying back, and leapt out of the window. Roy gasped and scrambled to his feet, to rush to the window sill and pour his upper half out. Head lashing from side to side, looking desperately for the sin.
Of Course, Pride wasn't there. He was long gone. Probably back in Envy's arms by now. Babbling about what the stupid General had almost done...
Roy let out of a sigh of frustration, and ran his fingers through his jet black hair...
He'd be lucky to survive the night..
"Remember what I've said, Envy..." Hohenheim glared. Envy waved off the threat with a wisp of his hand, as he made his way to the big oak door to get out of the room, and the hell away from his 'father.'
"Yeah, Yeah..." he sighed, letting his greenish black bangs fall into his face, covering the small smile that was creeping up, "Like I want Pride to remember the shrimp. If he dies, who will I fuck?"
"ENVY!" Hohenheim gasped, eyes wide at the thought. Clearly oblivious to the fact that his two sons were ... involved.
The smile on Envy's face grew wider, "But I guess there wouldn't be much of a difference, one would just fight more..." He opened the door, to leave quickly before Hohenheim could crush his darling fantasy of a struggling Edward under his bulk naked body,when said shrimp,tackled him to the clean wood floor.
He let out of small grunt as his back collided with the hard surface. Then his Amethyst eyes scanned up in a death glare, a short warning to whoever knocked him down, to run like hell before he decided how to kill the ... then the sharp killer eyes softened at the shivering sin that was clinging desperately to his tight clothes.
Pride.
"I know you hate being alone, but gosh Pride, I've only been in here for (maybe) twenty minutes." Envy stated, basking in feeling of being needed so desperately by someone.
He felt Pride nod his head in understanding, but he didn't look up at his lover. Nor made any movement to get off. Envy sighed and waited for Pride to reassure himself. This usually took a moment, and while he waited he petted the golden mane.
The sound of a chair scooting back, and clothes ruffling with movement, jerked Envy's eyes off Pride and up to Hohenheim, who was staring down at his two son's with loving, but worried, eyes. "Is he all right?" he questioned.
Envy frowned at him, "He's fine, just needs to be held." He smiled and looked down at Pride who was breathing deeply and shivering slightly, "Like a baby..." he added to mock the little sin.
It worked, when the two heard Pride's muffled reply of, "I'm not a baby."
Hohenheim chuckled, "Of course not..." he said lightly, as if really talking to a two-year-old. Pride's head shot up, and he looked at his father, but didn't say anything.
Envy didn't say anything either, as an uneasy feeling crept over his stomach. Something was wrong with Pride. The golden eyes told him so. They always told him how Pride felt, and right now Pride's eyes held unsurness and fear.
Envy shifted the boy's body, so he could get up, but not let go of his lover, and before Pride or Hohenheim realized, Envy was on his feet. Pride still held to his chest. The blond wrapped his legs around Envy's waist for support, and Envy's hands cupped his ass. "We're going to go take a nap..." Envy stated.
"But i'm not tired..." Pride pointed out.
Envy brushed past Hohenheim, who moved to the side as the eldest stalked out of the room. He heard Envy cooing to the younger about how he WILL be tired, or they will go outside for another training session. Pride whined a little more, before the two brother's bickering voices faded through the halls.
...Hohenheim sighed to himself, rubbed his throbbing temples, and closed the big oak door to return to his sanctuary.
"Spill, what's got you so spooked." Envy demanded as he slammed the door to Pride's room close, and set the smaller Sin on the bed. Pride pouted and didn't answer.
Envy sighed knowing what this meant, Twenty questions.
"It wasn't because we were separated for twenty minutes, was it?"he asked, Pride shook his head 'no' and Envy thought of another reason. "Was it Greed?" he asked again, voice becoming low in a deadly threat.
Pride shook his head 'no' again, Envy tapped the base of his chin and Pride watched from his post on the bed. Finally in a shaky voice Pride admitted, "I went to go see... The general..."
Envy's eyes narrowed on him, "Pride..." he started.
"I know, I just didn't want him to worry."
Envy let out a loud sigh, "What did he do?" he demanded.
Pride hunched his shoulders and looked at the floor, "Nothing bad Envy ... just a mistake in identity."
Identity? That meant...
Envy couldn't surpress the growl, "Stupid..." he murmured, and Pride wasn't sure if his lover had just called HIM stupid, or the general. But the boy's eyes widened as he saw Envy head for the door. He scrambled off the bed and wrapped his arms around Envy's waist in an attempt to stop him.
"Please don't hurt Roy, he didn't do anything bad!" Pride babbled.
"He allowed you to get kidnapped, remember?" Envy snapped.
"He apologized!" Pride countered.
The two didn't move or say anything for a while. Envy closed his eyes, counted backwards from ten, and then opened them to have them meet dirty golden eyes. Another growl escaped, this one not a fierce and lower. He scooped Pride up in his arms, and planted a kiss on the boy's neck. "Fine..." he said against sensitive skin. "I won't kill him ... now..."
Pride's body relaxed, "I guess that's the best I'm going to get..." the boy asked.
Envy smirked, "Damn right, now to punish you for leaving without permission." He felt Pride shiver with anticipation, "What to do, what to do." Envy sang asked the neck, then he smiled and nipped at a piece of skin. "Mmm, maybe lock you in this god-forsaken room. So no one can ever see my precious Pride." He ducked his head lower then higher, feeling the collar bone, kissing and sucking the skin. "Then I can have you all for myself. My own private toy, that I can..." He ground his groin into Pride's, "Fuck, whenever I want."
He heard Pride moan, and smiled. "Yeah, but of course you can't be enjoying this. This IS your punishment after all." He saw the golden mane bob up and down and in quiet, but impatient agreement. "Of course..." he repeated and threw both their bodies on the small bed, to ravage the boy.
Greed frowned as he looked at his broken glasses. His FAVORITE pair, and they were beyond repair.
He 'hmmed' then threw the broken accessory to the ground. He could get a new pair, his mind had to be set on more important things. Like the lovely information he had received from spying on Envy and Pride. "A dying homunculi..." he sang to himself while looking at his nails, "Oh this makes my job so much easier." A toothy grin crossed his features.
Pride scrunched up his face, when a weird feeling came over his stomach. A feeling a nausea, like he was being watched...
He turned over in the small bed, and came in contact with Envy's flat chest. He smile and nestled in. He heard Envy sigh in his sleep, and felt the Sin's arms wrap around him.
A sudden annoying tapping came on his shoulder. Pride grumbled and snuggled more into Envy's chest in an attempt to get away from the disturbance. The opposite happened and the tapping increased. Pride moaned, "Envy stop..."
"I'm not doing anything," his brother replied.
Pride cracked his golden eyes opened, and the tapping stopped. He lazily turned around, still in the safety of Envy's arms, to come face-to-face with...
"Father?" he mumbled tiredly. He felt Envy tense behind him and shift to look over his little brother to, indeed, see Hohenheim. An all knowing smile on his face.
Envy cursed, it was to early for that cocky smile. He was to tired. "Never heard of knocking, old man?" he asked.
Hohenheim glanced up at him, but only for a moment before returning to Pride. "I know its early my dear boy, but I wanted to give you something." he stated,
Envy could actually feel Pride light up, and wiggling out of his grasp a little. To prop up on one tattooed arm. "Really? what?"
'Yes, what?' Envy thought laying his head, now on Pride's thigh, as he watched Hohenheim bend down and pick something up.
Envy's own eyes lit up with excitement as Hohenheim held a sharp and deadly looking scythe. Didn't hear any response from Pride. Once he looked at his lover, he noticed the look of confusion pasted on the blonde's face. "Father?" Pride finally spoke, "What? Why?"
"Don't want this..." Hohenheim tapped Pride's bandaged wrist, "Happening to my favorite son again, now do I?"
Pride didn't answer. Envy didn't say anything. The good-morning mood left the dully lit room.
A moment passed, and Envy sighed and yanked the scythe out of Hohenheim's hands, "Come on little brother, lets see what it can do?" a playful look was placed on his face to cheer Pride up. Pride gave him a semi-content smile and nodded.
"Wonderful, tell me how you like it okay?" Hohenehim asked with a hopeful look mixed with glee.
Pride smile at his father, but Envy merely glared at him. Another quiet moment passed before Envy coughed, and Hohenheim looked over at the taller of the boys. "Do you mind leaving?" he asked motioning to the naked state he and Pride were in.
Hohenheim gasped, and turned away, covering his eyes, "O-Of course, you two need to ... make yourself ... ugh..." he made a small noise and quickly padded out of the room.
Pride laughed in amusement, "I like him..." he told Envy, who was gathering the clothes that carpeted the floor. Placing the scythe down in the corner. "He's funny." Pride began to swing his legs back and fourth over the edge of the bed. As if pumping a swing to get higher.
"Yeah well he doesn't like this?" Envy muttered.
"What?" Pride asked, stopping the motion in his legs. "This?" he questioned his elder.
"Father isn't ... he's not to keen of the thought of homo's..." Envy told Pride.
Pride stared at him for a moment, his heart crushed at the thought that his father might hate him, because the sweet love between him and Envy. "Is he mad?"
Envy didn't answer for a moment, throwing his own clothes on and ignored Pride. Then shoving the Pride's attire in his lap. "At you? no... I don't think he could ever be."
"What about you?" Pride asked quietly, unsure if Envy was erupt in anger, or become visibly sad for the rest of the day.
Envy did neither. Instead he grabbed Pride's scythe and turned to the Chibi, a (supposed) reassuring smirk on his face. "Come on Pride, lets go..."
"Okay, there..." Envy pointed to a big apple tree, where a small birds nest could be seen.
Pride fidgeted from foot to foot, loosening and tightening his grip on the his weapon. "But Envy, its...its..."
"Our next victim. Go on, no one will care." Envy coaxed.
Pride gulped, tightened his grip on the scythe and closed his eyes, He slashed out blindly, feeling a strong wind pressure come against his face. He tighten his eyes, and only opened them when he heard a sickening Snap. Crack. Thud.
He heard Envy whistle, and looked upon the destruction for himself.
The whole branch had been sliced off, and he saw the edge of the birds nest under the giant piece of wood. Next to nest was... a blue wing. Of a broken bird.
A dead bluebird.
When mom closed her eyes
And let go of my hand,
From that point, I felt the bluebird in my life had flown away forever,
Never to return...
But...
When I grasped Al's warm hand again,
And saw his gentle smile once more,
I suddenly felt I was within the blue skies,
And saw a glimpse of the bluebird...
I have nothing more I can hope for...
I just wish...I just wish we can always be like this --
Wishing all this will never disappear...
I only wish that bluebird...
...won't be just another unattainable illusion.
In order to gain something, one must give something of the same value.
This is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange.
At that time, we believed that to be the world's one and only truth.
If one does not make a sacrifice, nothing can be accomplished...
He felt weak. Faint even.
He watched Envy go up and inspect the damage with a large grin. Suddenly the scythe that had been to light in his hands felt like the heaviest thing he ever held. He felt hot, and sweaty, like he had just finished with hot sex ... and before he knew it, the scythe slipped out of his fingers, and clanked when it hit the ground.
Envy turned sharply to see what was the cause of the sound, just in time to see Pride fall...
"Sir." Hawkeye saluted when Roy walked up. The man looked down grimly at the busted up tree, dead bird, and where two boys were reported being seen, destroying major central buildings. It was reported, one boy fell down and the other rushed off with him before any near by officers could grab them and question them.
"Normal boys couldn't do ... this..." Roy stated looking at the destructiveness of the tree. Not a mere broken tree limb. the branch along with a huge junk out of the tress trunk. He felt Hawkeye's lingering gaze on him, wondering what they do next. He sighed, "question any witness', lets try to figure out what could DO this to a tree. Before what ever it is, decides to stop attacking trees."
Riza saluted, and walked away from the dazed General as he stared at the plant. Then something blue got his eye... a bird. A dead bluebird.
His cold eyes narrowed.
Well I finally updated! Yay! Sorry it took so long guys, my computer was in the shop, and I was lucky I could get on for two minutes, let alone Type for half a day. So thanks for your patience and all your Reviews! I got some many new readers hugs them all
Tell me if you liked this chapter, I fell like a rushed through it and didn't do a very good job. But at least it's long, ne?
--> The Importance Of the Bluebird: Besides the fact that Pride comes from a game called, Bluebirds Illusion, but the italized poem in this chapter (Which also holds the dear bluebird close to its chest) is a monologue from Ed himself in the game. I thought it fit perfectly.
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