Title: Allotted Design.
Pairing: Envy and Ed.
Rating: PG-13.. perhaps. For suggestive comments.
When Envy awoke late the following morning he was less than surprised to find himself alone in the room, and more importantly; alone in the bed. His own bed on the far side of the room lay untouched from the last time he'd slept in it before their escapades to the club, as the two had collapsed together into Ed's bed upon returning to the school and rode the night away.
The blankets provided by the school were rough and uncomfortable against his nude body, so after much deliberation he rose to dress himself. He was hopping awkwardly around the room, trying to put his pants on, when the door opened and Ed froze before entering. The two stared at one another, neither uttering a word.
"Edward…" Envy began, but before he could continue Ed turned and ran from the room. Envy swore, and buckling his pants, ran after the boy, tripping and stumbling over the small groups of students cluttering the halls. Following him into the bathroom, Envy paused, watching Ed skid across the floor on his knees and against the toilet, spilling his guts into the porcelain bowl. Biting back a pang of guilt knowing that it had been he that seduced Ed into drinking the night before, Envy silently walked over and knelt to join the boy on the floor.
"Just let it all out." Envy whispered, soothingly rubbing his palm in small circles across the bare back of his heaving friend.
"No!" Ed flung Envy away from him, opening his mouth to say more but turned back to the toilet to spew out vomit before the words could escape. "Don't touch me." He cried, choking back the wicked tasting bile.
Envy stepped away, taken back by the rude gesture of the boy who now ignored him completely, retching pitifully, face buried in the bowl.
"Oh god," He thought to himself. "What have I done? Ed hates me now; I should never have let him drink; I should never have let him do what he did! Oh, I should have known this would happen." He rose bitterly to his feet, trudging back to their dorm room to await Ed's return. "What do I say to him? Should I just pretend that nothing happened last night? Or should I just leave him alone until he talks to me. Damnit! It was his decision to drink! He didn't have to if he knew that when drunk he couldn't hold himself back; it's just as much his fault as mine that this has happened."
By time Ed returned Envy was fully dressed and sitting on his bed, stressed and waiting for his roommate to return, only fearing the worse but determined to defend himself against any accusations Ed may have of forcing him to do things.
"Ed!" He jumped from his bed as Ed entered the room, holding out an accusing finger. "Don't you dare blame me for what happened last night! I didn't make you do anyth—"
Ed cut his lecture short with a tight hug, enveloping the taller boy in his arms and holding him close.
"Edw—"
Ed shook his head, cutting him off again. "No, don't—I'm not angry at you… not at all. I just don't like being touched while I throw up." He grinned sheepishly. "It makes me feel like a pathetic child."
Envy had to laugh at his own stupidity, overjoyed that he had assumed wrong about Ed's outburst of anger.
"Besides; you don't have to apologize for last night. If nothing else, I should be apologizing for coming on to you." He chuckled uncomfortably, shuffling his feet against the floor.
"Oh, Edo-Chan! Don't be foolish; how could I regret last night? Although I don't remember much of it…" He scratched his forehead thoughtfully. "I can distinctly remember enjoying it."
Ed's face lit up with the knowledge that the night before hadn't been a complete alcohol induced mistake, and he jumped close again, throwing his arms around Envy's neck and tugging him down for an eager kiss.
AN: Aye, this is a short chapter. I was going good with the inspiration, but then, after realizing I'd lost the money saved for my cab downtown, I kind of.. er.. got angry. hah. No longer in the mood to write, although I'm most sure it'll be back soon!