Title: Allotted Design.
Pairing: Envy and Ed.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and language.
WARNING. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN MALES.
If this does not float your boat, or turn your crank, be gone!
"Wrath?" Ed cautiously entered their dorm room, peering around the empty space. "Crap." The window on the far wall was open, curtains floating in the breeze coming from the back yard. Taking no chances, Ed surveyed the tree ridden lawn in case the run away boy had made a quick escape through the open window, though he doubted anyone could get through the small space easily enough to land safely. He was turning around to further his search elsewhere when a shadow figure danced across the lawn in the corner of his eye.
"Wait!" He called, holding onto the ledge of the window and slowly climbing out one leg at a time. Wondering if it would have been better to just wait for the boy to return to their room, he hung from the open window, and less than gracefully dropped to the grass below. "Wrath!" He chased the dark figure around the corner of the building and into the large garden planted by previous owners of the school, stumbling over roots and stones through the maze of hedges.
ENVY'S POV.
"Persistent little twit!" I called over my shoulder to a mouthful of fluttering hair, ducking around a corner, and then dug myself through it back to the other side after the boy had followed. I felt around the ground for a rock, and threw it over the hedge in the direction of the boy, only furthering his chase. Skittering in the opposite direction I ducked behind an overgrown rose bush on the far side of the garden, and held my breath to listen. I could hear him rustling amongst some fallen leaves not far off, and then the garden fell to a silence of nightly sounds.
"Boo!" The blonde boy suddenly lunged through the bush behind me, grabbing my shoulders as he tackled me to the ground. I shrieked by reflex, but caught myself and adding a few curses at the end for masculinity.
"Get off me!" I struggled to fight the boy off, but he held tight to my shoulders and pushed me hard into the ground below.
"Wrath, listen to me!" He forced me over onto my back with strength surprising for his size, and pinned my arms to my sides. "You really need to stop running away; I only wanted to apologize for earlier and explain our intentions."
"Get off me, Ed!" I tugged at his restricting hands, aiming to throw him away and run again, but he replaced his grip with heavy knees, digging into my wrists, and slapped his hands to each side of my face and held me still.
"Listen to me!" He emphasized each word with a slight squeeze of my face, staring down intently. "We didn't mean you any harm; it was only a joke; fazing, if you will, like in frat houses."
"This isn't a frat house." I responded with a general lack of enthusiasm.
"I know that… but we do it anyways. It's been done since the school opened; don't take it seriously, and don't hold it against us all. I'm sorry you took it as offensively as you did." He finished with a dramatic sigh, and fell silent, waiting hopefully for forgiveness.
"Edward," I paused, hoping to emphasize my anger. "You really need to know more about a person before you faux sexually assault them. Perhaps you should figure out a new prank to pull." He didn't respond, but only continued to stare down at me silently, until he rolled over and sprawled across the ground next to me.
"Nice stars tonight, hm?"
"Yeah."
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Over the following weeks a strange friendship blossomed between the two severely different boys. When together they didn't see much of the other boys in the school, who all fought back jealousy of the boy who had abducted their friend, and though many suspected that something more than friendship held the two together, no evidence proved them true.
Ed had opened to his friends only weeks ago that he'd frequently found himself more attracted to those of the male genre than the female, though had never been intimate with either so couldn't say for sure, and though he hid it well his friends had been less than surprised by the news.
All through the school, from room the room, whispers circulated from student to student, male and female, of the new relationship populating the school. Maybe questioned the interest their blonde classmate felt towards the palm tree of a boy they all knew so little about. When alone the two could be heard from near by rooms laughing and yelling, but when around others Envy hung back and was silent, only speaking when spoken to by Ed.
"I heard they went to the school nurse for condoms last week; some guy that knows my room mate's best friend heard it all!"
"I heard that Wrath is really a woman and only talks to Ed because he saw him naked in the shower."
"I heard they dated years ago when they both lived in another country!"
"I heard Wrath pays Ed to pretend to be his friend."
The rumors circulating the building didn't seem to reach the two victims, or simply didn't waver their happiness when together.
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"Ah, yes," Envy thought to himself, gazing longingly at the flushed boy below him. They locked eyes and an unspoken trust hung between them as Envy carefully eased himself into Ed's prepared passage, moaning freely in bliss at the tight heat enveloping him.
"Wrath?" No Edward, don't speak now. "Wrath!"
Flung rudely back to reality, he found himself alone in the bed, the victim of his fantasies watching curiously from his own mound of blankets across the room.
"You were talking in your sleep again." Ed flopped back down, face first, amongst his pillows.
Envy watched the boy, waiting for his breathing to fall shallow with sleep, and then rose to get a closer look.
Pale like peeking through the open curtains danced playfully over Ed's naked back, illuminating the dips and curves of protruding bones and toned muscles.
Envy stared, memorizing every aspect of the body shown before him, previously only a figment of his imagination.
His fingers trembled and tensed straight out, hovering over the flush skin below.
"No," He whispered, clenching his hand into a fist. "Mustn't touch. No, this isn't the time." He readjusted his pants uncomfortable, and ran to the showers to release the tormenting tension growing in his groin.
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"So Wrath," The burly boy sitting across the table paused, waiting for dark eyes to lock with his own. "What kind of name is that? I mean, were your parents crazy fury machines?" He laughed obnoxious at his own feeble attempt to make a joke.
"Where I come from there are seven of us named after the deadly sins, and though we don't know why, no one has questioned it." He swallowed a remaining mouthful of his black coffee, and excused himself to fetch a refill.
"Marcus!" Ed scowled though a mouthful of half-chewed food. "Leave him alone."
"Hey," The boy raised his hairy arms defensively. "I was only tryin' to make some friendly conversation. Besides, it is a weird name."
"I like it." Ed smeared a heavy helping of butter across his fourth piece of toast.
"You would; Wrath! Ooohhh, Wrath!" Marcus stroked his hands all over his chest to emphasize the mock sexual cries.
"'Shut up! We're just friends." Ed threw his toast at the boys' face, but missed and it stuck to his broad chest.
"Hey, man, this is a new shirt!" He peeled the bread from his front and tossed it aside, then jogged to the bathroom to wash off the sticky substance.
"Edward! What did I tell you about throwing food; it simply is not nice. Although I'm sure it was deserved this time, whether because of something he said or soley for the fact that he's an ugly cunt bag." Envy snickered and took his seat next to Ed.
Now that they were alone, Ed turned to face Envy.
"So, Wrath, since tonight is Friday I was thinking that… well, would you be willing to… if you want… we could go to a club tonight!" He shoved a roll into his mouth for comfort.
Envy laughed in amusement of Ed's uncharacteristic shyness. "Of course, it sounds like a good idea."
"Great! Hmm… we'd have to sneak out of the school though, 'cause students aren't technically allowed to leave unless for family reasons."
"Ooh, dirty rebels, aren't we?"
"Fag!" Marcus returned loudly to the table, hiding a large, wet stain across his chest with crossed arms. "Throw food at me again and I'll shove your cock down your throat!" He laughed at his own crack on Ed's sexuality, and punched the boy jokingly. "Naw, I'm just pullin' your chain." He chased after a girl passing by.
"I hate him." Envy scowled, but Ed shrugged it off.
"He means well."
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"So Ed," Envy called over the wail of the old showers, rinsing remaining shampoo from his tangles of hair. "What kind of club is this?"
Ed towel dried his hair in front of the wide mirror, frequently sneaky peeks at the nude boy behind him reflecting in the glass.
"Well, it's just another club. They play more techno remixes of popular songs than original techno, and they do also have a bar for those who are old enough and can afford it."
"Do you drink?" Envy casually walked to the mirror, confident in his almighty nakedness, and wrapped his previously discarded towel around his waist.
"Not really, no. I mean, I tried it once or twice, but it wasn't really my thing."
"Oh." Envy began rubbing strands of his hair between towel wrapped hands. "It's not a gay bar, is it?" He chuckled uncomfortably, still trying to regain his lost masculinity after their first meeting.
"Oh! Uh, no…" Ed disposed of his towel in the allotted bin and, readjusting his oversized pants, excused himself to their room.
"Shit." Envy scowled, flicking his reflection a rude gesture, and hurried after Ed.
"Wait," He followed the boy into their room. "I mean, it's not like I have anything against gays, or anything."
"Oh, of course." Ed nodded knowingly. "They're just people too, right?" He dropped his pants and donned a pair of casual, black leather pants.
"Ooh, no underwear?" Envy snickered playfully. "Planning to meet up with some ladies tonight?"
"A guy can only hope for some action, right?"
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After an hour of frantically running around the room, the two finally dubbed themselves appropriately clad for the club scene. Much to Envy's fancy, Ed had added a matching, and equally tight, black leather shirt, topped with a pair of oversized boots. Similar in style, Envy wore the tightest black pants he could find in his dresser, with an equally fit black t-shirt, and a dark purple scarf tied around his neck. Adding a slight touch of black eyeliner, he donned his old Converse High Tops, and declared that he was ready to go.
Deciding to ignore the cold outside so to avoid having to find somewhere in the club to safely leave their jackets, they climbed through the open window of their dorm room and skittered silently across the lawn. They hung close to the wall of the building and moved quickly in front of the windows, though they knew that any students who saw them wouldn't purposely get them in trouble, any teachers wouldn't be happy to see the two running off.
Once to the street they hailed a cab and dived inside, giggling triumphantly at their escape.
"To the Bluebirds club." Ed directed the driver, and then hopped around in his seat to face Envy. "This is so cool."
"I know; I swear I haven't been out of that building in forever."
"It's only been a month or so since you came, stupid head."
"Don't call me stupid head, shrimp!"
"Palm tree!"
"Ooh, you're going to get it!" Envy dove forward and began play punching the boy below.
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Even before the car came to a complete stop, bass from the music within the club seemed to vibrate them completely, and sharing excited grins, they split the taxi fee and made a quick exit.
"I've never been to a club before." Envy confessed.
"Really? You seem like the kind of guy that would be quite popular in the club scene." Ed grinned cheekily and tugged his friend close behind through the bolted, steel doors guarding the entrance.
The couple paused for only a moment to survey the scene before them; bodies cluttered the dance floor, pulsing to the beat of the music blaring from speakers scattered around the building, and velvet lined booths lined a far back wall connecting to the neon green lit bar. People all around them yelled over the music to one another; many groped and kissed, and drank from small glasses that seemed to glow rainbows from the flickering lights passing over the crowd.
Ed tugged Envy's arm to get his attention, and pointed to himself, then to the blinking bathroom light across the room. Envy nodded and watched the boy disappear into the trembling mass of bodies, and then made his own way towards the bar. Despite being a year younger than the legal drinking age, he'd been able to pass himself off as an adult for a couple of years now, whether due to his height or the menacing attitude many had referred to him as having.
He was swallowing back his third shot of ill-tasting vodka when Ed finally reappeared, panting, with strands of hair already matted to his forehead. He looked beautiful.
"Hey!" Ed yelled over the music and crowd around him, pointing questioningly to the empty glass swinging between Envy's lithe fingers. Envy grinned cheekily and turned back to the bartender to order another for himself, and one for Ed, who shook his head when the small glass was pushed into his hand. Setting the glass back down onto the black tiled bar, Ed shook his head again, but watching Envy tilt his head back to take the sloshing liquid he felt a tug of pressure and picked it up again. Hesitating briefly, he swung his head back and took the small glassful at once, choking and sputtering at the foul taste as he set the glass back down. Envy lips twisted into a smirk, and he turned again, motioning for the bartender to pass him an entire bottle of the alcohol. Tossing a few bills across the bar, Envy grabbed a hold of Ed's wrist and led him with determination through the crowd. By complete luck, one of the booths at the far back happened to be empty, and the two settled down comfortably in it. Ed's face was still contorting in disgust at the foul taste wafting from his tongue when his glass, freshly refilled, was placed back in front of him. He shot Envy a sort of Ihateyouforthis glance, and then swallowed down the liquid.
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As the bottle reached its end, and was discarded under the table, Envy scraped his finger around the bottom of the glass, and licked the remaining droplets eagerly.
Ed laid face first into the table, fighting off a primary sickness, babbling incoherently to himself.
When a techno remix of an old Mozart song blasted through the room, Envy immediately straightened and began to sing along with his own, made up lyrics. Ed sickly raised his head to watch the boy when Envy grabbed his hand in his own, and held it close against his chest, face contorting in a fashion mocking the way romance singers often appeared. Ed giggled drunkenly, amusement taking over the feeling of sickness as he scooted close to lean heavily against Envy.
"Wrath!" He hollered over the music, lips pressed near to the ear of his friend. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you!"
Envy burst into a fit of exaggerated giggles, until he took notice of the serious expression on Ed's face, and slightly sobered up.
"I really did think you were beautiful!" He called back, and Ed seemed to understand what he said over all the noise around them.
Jumping to his feet Envy grabbed hold of Ed's hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. Digging his way through the other dancers towards the center, he tugged Ed's body close against his own and held firmly to his hips. Ed obediently wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist, and the two easily formed a grinding motion to the rhythm of the music.
Lost in the moment and the vast amount of intoxicating beverage swimming through his veins, Ed gave not a second thought to wrapping his hand around the flushed skin of Envy's neck, and pulling him down for a kiss.
Responding immediately, Envy molded his lips against those pressed close, and delved his tongue within the wet heat to explore the depths he subconsciously claimed his own.
Soon enough their dancing excelled to frantic fondling, hands snaking freely under clothing, and wet kisses with roaming tongues. Stumbling with mixed emotions of intoxication and arousal, the two pushed back to an empty booth at the back. First Envy followed by Ed, who crawled onto the boy, straddling his thighs and tore the thin t-shirt over his head, quickly followed by his own. Eager for contact Envy arched into Ed's touch, cool fingers twisting over the hairless chest open for him, tongues tangling in a battle for dominance.
Ed wasted no time in unzipping his pants and guiding Envy's hand within.
"Wait—" Envy pulled away from the kiss, tilting his head back obediently as Ed transferred to ravaging his neck. "We shouldn't do this here."
"No, it's okay." Ed nipped his earlobe playfully. "After 2AM sexual activities are legal here." He eagerly arched his hips into Envy's hand.
"Great." Envy eased Ed's aching member from his constricting pants, and stroked him to further hardness with expert movements. "God, Edward; you're so beautiful." He murmured more to himself than to anyone listening, grazing the toned stomach and chest with his free hand, pinching the little pink nubs to stand on end.
Ed's moans, growing in consistency, turned into an incoherent babble of all that he felt, thrusting his hips eagerly into Envy's hand.
As the music pulsed around them, all others seemed to disappear from the scene, and the two were left alone amongst the other sweating bodies, lost in their own world of bliss and affection.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," Ed clung desperately to Envy's bare shoulders, nails digging into the smooth skin as his entire body tensed with wave after wave of pleasure. Recognizing the signs of oncoming climax, Envy latched his lips over Ed's open mouth, swallowing down his moans of utter bliss as he came all over Envy's pale chest.
Resting his tired head on Envy's shoulder, Ed hunched over and went still aside from the panting breaths wracking his chest. After a few moments, allowing himself to recuperate from the ordeal, Ed snuck a small kiss against Envy's lips, and then dropped under the table and to his knees to repay the favor.
Envy obediently arched his hips from the velvet seat below, allowing his pants to be tugged down and giving into the wet heat enveloping his length, struggling for the incoherency of bliss to overtake his mind, he fought back questions and inner turmoil. You know, Ed's only doing this because he's drunk. He doesn't really like you. He's going to hate you for getting him drunk, and letting this happen.
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AN: Wut? Wut? About time there was some dirty? haha. Well, as with always, I apologize for any mistakes that I may have missed while rereading this chapter, and I hope that you all enjoy it!
Also; thanks again for the reviews I've been receiving with each chapter that I post. Don't stop!
Now! Excuse me while I go touch myself. I mean… play with Barbies… -shifty eyes-
haha. Just kidding.
-whispers- Amanda! You better be writing more of yours. –shakes fist menacingly-