Title: Allotted Design.
Pairing: OMC and Envy.
Rating: Currently standing at 18, probably, for language, violence and rape.
Plot: Bullied for his obvious difference, Envy abandons all hope of fitting in, and drops out of High School. Deciding that she's had enough, Dante ships her two sons off to a preparatory school.
WARNING:
This chapter contains forced sexual content between two males; if you can't take it, do not continue.
After stealing a five dollar bill from a woman in the local convenience store, Envy switched the bill to rolls of quarters in the same store, and then gathered the filth encrusted clothing littering his bedroom floor. Packing it all into his backpack, second checking to make sure he had the quarters, he began the familiar route to his usual Laundromat.
It had been years since the washer and dryer in his own house actually worked; more often than not the washer wouldn't spurt out any water, and even if it did, the dryer would get hot enough to actually singe the clothing.
The man perched behind a desk near the door nodded in Envy's direction, lazily sucking back on a cigar.
"Hey, Tony." Envy returned the friendly nod of acknowledgment, heading to the washer and dryer set towards the back that he most commonly used.
"I was beginnin' to wonder whether you'd be comin' back to do more clothes. Thought you found somewhere else ta go." Tony slurred with his heavy accent.
Envy chuckled; he often had said conversation with Tony, always leading to the conclusion that Tony would let him wash his clothing for free in return for sexual favors. Envy always cheekily declined, but promised him that he'd never go elsewhere to do laundry, and really never did.
"I would never do that." Envy responded, carefully sorting his darks from lights, and quickly added; "So how's business been?" to change the subject.
"Oh, y'know." Envy nodded; Tony acknowledged that he wouldn't get lucky; conversation terminated.
"Ooh, well, I think that sounds like a great idea." Envy lazily rolled his gum in a string around the tip of his finger, leaning heavily across the plastic tiled candy bar at the back of the Laundromat.
"I knew you would." Tony chuckled, smirking seductively. Envy giggled, mind clouded with the foul tasting liquor Tony had snuck him from his own secret stash under the candy bar. While sober, Envy would never have agreed to perform sexual favors for the Laundromat owner in return for free liquor every visit, but Tony certainly knew how to twist the teenager around his hairy fingers when unable to make coherent decisions.
"Hit me." Envy nudged his bottomless shot glass across the bar, watching the brown liquid slosh around the bottom and sides, speckling a few drops across the tile.
Envy reached over a thin finger, and smudged it across the spilt liquor. Gazing slowly, under thick eyelashes, towards Tony, he slowly lapped the bitter liquid from his finger.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful."
"No, I'm so drunk!" Envy burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, hopping down from his swivel stool and skipped back to his washer. "They're done! I didn't even hear the beep!" He tore open the washer, and tossed the clothes into a nearby dryer, dropping several items during the transfer.
While bending down to pick up the scattered socks and shirts, a strong hand grabbed a hold of his buttocks and squeezed, massaging the firm muscles.
"Oh, hey baby."
Envy let out a squeak of surprise, whipping into a standing position, hair flying wildly to it's own accord and into his eye. Blinded in one eye, Envy shrieked and shot a hand up to protect his wound. Peering through his wild hair, Envy's mouth dropped open in surprise; Greed!
"What tha fuck?" Greed stumbled back against a rumbling machine, overwhelmed by complete surprise at the sight of his son.
"Greed!" Envy displayed a similar moment of shock, staggering backwards and tripping over his bag, landing on the floor.
"Shit. I thought---fuck! I thought you were a woman." Greed ran a clammy hand down over his face, sighing dramatically.
Overtaken again by the intoxicating beverage swimming through his veins, Envy burst into a fit of laughter; "I knew I was that hot!" he staggered to his feet.
Tony jumped into the scene, planting himself firmly between Greed and Envy, determined to protect his catch against this possible hunter. "What's going on? Who are you?" He whipped around to face Greed. "Don't you be going anywhere near my catch!"
Greed laughed, and then realized the man was serious. "What tha hell? Your catch? You pervert! This is my son."
Tony dropped his raised fists, turning his gaze to Envy, who averted his own, nodding.
"Yep. Tony, Greed. Greed, Tony." He motioned his hand between the two, and then returned to adding his fallen clothes to the dryer, sobered up at the acknowledgement of the possible seriousness of this situation.
"Envy! Don't tell me you were actually going to do something with this—this dirtball!" Tony again raised his fists defensively, lunging towards Greed, this time more interested in protecting his status as a good business owner.
"Don't you be sayin' things like that around here!" Calloused fingers wrapped firmly around Greed's suction tattooed neck, pressure steadily added to this grasp.
"Tony!" Envy jumped into the scene, attaching himself to the man's back, tugging roughly large handfuls of his greasy, black hair.
Flung from the burly man's back, Envy crash landed against a rumbling washer machine, wind knocked abruptly from his lungs.
Gasping for breath, Envy struggled to stand; not completely sure which side he stood for but determined to stop the two men from fighting, until Tony dropped limply by his feet.
"Greed—" A groan escaped the fallen man's lips, then he fell still and silent. "What did you do to him?"
"Don't worry; I only knocked him unconscious."
"You didn't have to do that! I was making quite fine handling To—"
"Fuckin' right you were! You were about to drop your pants and bend over the bar for him!"
Envy clenched his fists; arms tense against his sides. "Fuck you! I wouldn't do that!"
"Oh, c'mon Envy, it's not like I haven't heard the stories about you and student interns around school! I may be your father, but that doesn't leave me oblivious to everything that happens outside the house."
"Hey, I didn't do anything with any student intern; it was all lies!" Envy flailed an arm around to emphasize his point. "Besides, you're always too busy fucking the whores you meet at clubs and on street corners to know shit!"
"Shut up!" Greed slung, and then backhanded Envy with such ease; snapping the head sideways with a sharp slapping noise.
Envy whimpered, hair casting over his flushed cheek, creating a protective barrier. Greed raised a hand, reaching to squeeze his son's shoulder comfortingly, but the boy twisted from his reach and solemnly returned to watching his load of clothes.
"Envy; I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself—I was so angry by what you were saying, and the fact that you're probably right."
"Really, Greed; just go." Envy waved him off.
Hours later, as dusk fell, Envy could still be found within the fly infested Laundromat. His clothes lay long abandoned, shoved recklessly into his bag, beside the bar where he sat, drowning his sorrows in the remaining alcohol he'd discovered under the boxes of candy and other childhood joys. Tony had woken up just moments prior, but finding Envy still hanging around, found himself unable to be angry and settled down to enjoy a nice, drunken session with an angsty teenager.
Casually making the transfer between belting out his sorrows, to mumbling them face first into the counter, Envy coughed and sputtered with each additional mouthful of alcohol.
"Idon't…no,can'ttakeanymore." He slurred with a heavy tongue, fighting back the wicked tasting bile trying to climb its way up the back of his throat. "Ohjesus." He bent over and vomited across the floor, barely missing his bag of freshly cleaned clothing.
Hung over, and bluntly far moodier than usual, Envy snarled in the direction of anyone who dared cross his path through the hallways. Even Gluttony trudged sadly behind him, not daring to voice his concerns, despite how obviously his facial expression portrayed this feeling.
After a full morning of wallowing in his own self-pity, Envy collapsed limply on the familiar surface of his everyday table in a far back corner of the cafeteria. Only minutes later Gluttony joined him, usually first in line to get his pick of the food, and more often than not clearing out the selection.
"Envy feeling better?" He wasted no time in chowing down on his plateful of questionable looking food.
Earning no more than a grunt in response, he turned his full attention to the food before him, and left Envy to mope.
"Uuugh." Oh, a sign of life. Envy rolled his head to the side, and gazed up at Gluttony. "I need to find a new Laundromat."
Despite his solemn vow to find a new Laundromat, Envy broke his promise just a day later and found himself in the same, smelly building early before school. He'd once believed that Tony slept with the washer machines, always visible through the tall glass windows, smoking a cigar; night or day.
"Hey, Tony." Envy whisked past the man, ignoring the face full of the bitter, familiar smoke, and planted himself immediately in front of the candy bar.
"Hit me." He reached over and under the counter for his usual glass, still sticky from his previous escapades. The vomit had been cleaned up, but still could be smelt, mixing foully with the scent of detergent and cotton candy.
"I don't know if I should do that." Tony stood hesitantly on Envy's side of the bar, not yet taking the step behind it to serve his customer.
"Oh, c'mon Tony! I need this; with all the shit I take from people at school, I need this to help me through the day." He tapped the small glass on the counter, eyeing between Tony and the bar.
Tony gave in with an exasperated sigh, but grinned cheekily with the knowledge that Envy came to him for help getting through the day, despite that the method he provided may not be considered the best to offer a teenager.
Nearly a pint to himself later, Envy sat hunched over himself, forehead resting on the cool tile. Gazing blankly at the floor below, he coolly inhaled a puff of airborne cancer from a cigarette; his fourth in an hour.
"God, Tony; what would I do without you?" He moaned, reaching up for his final glassful, and swallowed back. Nearly toppling off his stool, he rose carefully to his feet, steadying himself with a hand firmly planted on the counter. "Shit. I have to get to school." He stubbed out his cigarette in a near by tray set out by Tony, and reached for his bag.
"Thanks, babe." He blew a kiss towards the equally intoxicated man resting blankly on the counter, and went on his way.
The fresh aired walk to school sobered him enough to appear capable to his teachers, but left him with a happy high through first period and into the second.
Gym class would have normally left him in an utter state of depression; knowing of the looks and remarks the other, more athletic and physically toned male students gave him in the change room, but on this day he could care less.
Whisking confidently from the stalls to his provided gym locker, he swung his shirt over a bare shoulder, grinning cheekily to the others around him. One at the far end of the locker aisle decided Envy didn't deserve such confidence, and stuck a foot out to trip the boy. He stumbled, but caught himself before he could crash to the floor, and turned back to the boy;
"Well, I knew you liked having me on my knees before you, but baby, not in public." He licked his lips suggestively, leaning close to his assailant. The boy before him froze, having not expected such a reaction from the normally timid boy, but when encouraged by the others around him, he shoved Envy forcefully back against another row of lockers.
Envy tossed his head back and cackled, "Oh, I knew you liked it rough!" He grabbed the firm shoulders of the boy before him, and ground their hips seductively.
The boy cursed in disgust, and threw the frail boy, still laughing, away from him, then ran for the gym.
As Envy rose, he winked to the small crowd of jocks who surrounded him, and pulled the assigned tee-shirt over his head. "See yah in the gym, boys."
Still happily high as the class neared to an end, he stripped with ease he'd never before felt in front of the others surrounding him, and climbed into the open showers. First wetting down his long, black hair, he whisked it over his shoulder and proceeded to lather himself up. Various others, determined to be clean and proper smelling for their girlfriends, ignored the uncomfortable feeling of having a gay man in their midst, and quickly lathered up and washed themselves down.
Taking his sweet time, Envy took no notice as the others in the class filed from the locker room, and the bell for third period rang sharply. Eyes closed, he wallowed in the feelings of being able to take such a long shower with hot water not abruptly turning cold with bitter parents turning on various other taps in the house, not noticing the burly figure joining him in the otherwise empty showers.
"You shouldn't have fuckin' done that." The gruff voice from behind started Envy, but when he turned around and saw only the boy before, he cackled.
"Shouldn't have done what, darling?" He turned his back again, rinsing soap suds from his slick hair.
"You know what I'm talking about." The boy shoved Envy forward, into the tiled shower wall. "Trying to fuck up my reputation with the guys?"
Envy sobered up slightly, turning back to his assailant, struck in a defensive position. "Hey, I was just jokin' around; besides, you deserved it for all the shit you give me every day." He retorted, attempting to pivot past the wide figure blocking his way.
A strong hand grabbed his shoulder, and tore him back against the wall, "Don't you walk away from me!" The firm body of the boy pressed against his own. "Is that what you like? You fuckin' faggot!"
Envy trembled, hit with the realization of what was happening. "Get away from me!" He swung wildly.
The boy grabbed his wrists and helped him firmly against the tiled wall, rubbing their bodies close. "Shut up, faggot. You know you like it."
"You're the one coming on to me; you faggot!" Envy spat in the boys face, ignoring the undeniable pleasure pooling near his groin.
The boy pulled away, and looked down triumphantly at Envy's responding member, chuckling at the boy's inability to stop what was happening.
Envy squeezed his eyes shut, resting his head back against the cool wall, "No, get away from me!" He tried to hunch over and hide himself from the boy's sight, but failed miserably.
"What are you complaining about? I bet you do this all the fuckin' time with that greasy faggot at the Laundromat." The boy continued, digging his nails into the pale skin bordering protruding bones on Envy's shoulder, forcing him down to his knees.
Envy whimpered, salty tears mixing with the shower's flow of water down his face. "Oh god, no." He cried, reaching up to push the boy away, but his wrists were slammed again to the tiles above his head. Holding them firmly with one large hand, the boy grabbed a hold of Envy's thin jaw with the other, forcing him to open to the hardening member close to his face.
"No!" Envy tried to fight, but had no chance against the stronger boy over him, even when he gave into the utter bliss of his cock within the hot confines of Envy's mouth.
Envy gagged, hot tears streaming wildly now, mixing with the salty sickness around his lips.
The boy above him moaned, relentlessly guiding himself in and out of the tortured boy before him, pumping faster.
"Hey, who's in here?" A gruff voice called from the blocked off portion of the locker room. The boy above Envy froze, and abruptly jerked himself from the boy, and bolted for the exit.
Uncaring of the teacher that would soon be in the shower area, staring with more curiosity than concern, Envy collapsed amongst the filth on the shower floor, curled into a feeble position.
TBC…