Read: What's this? Continuing it already? Why, yes, I am! I typed this here update in an hour! Woot! New record! I just couldn't resist doing so while I'm in the kink—no pun intended…::cough::

Anyways, read and review! If you don't review, I'll…I'll…I'll…um…CRY! You don't want to see me cry do you?

He swallowed hard, leaning back against the wall to one of the mansion's many rooms. It was musky and stale, smelling of dust that had settled for far too long; however, the sin ignored his surroundings, instead opting to close his inhuman eyes, wetting his lips, and envisioning the scene he had witnessed only moments ago. Only this time, in his mind, he would be in on the act. His fantasy, his choices, and oh, what he could picture doing to Lust; what he could picture her doing to him as the water from the hot shower beat down on her back.

Envy allowed his skort to pool around his ankles. The throbbing between his legs had gotten too strong to ignore, and he trailed his hand down his flat stomach slowly, sucking a breath through his teeth in a hiss at the tingles that shot through his groin. Unlike Lust, he would waste no time in torchering himself. Why would he when he had just been subject to suffering by watching a very lustful, pardon the pun, woman masturbate as she took her shower? God, if he were to wait any long, Envy thought that he might just kill over from ache. Normally when he 'helped himself', Envy would stroke and rub his body before giving in and pumping his hardened shaft, but today was not one of those 'normal' days. He was far to bent up.

Grunting, he brushed his thumb over the head of his penis, slicking the drops of pre-cum over the tip. He took in a deep breath and let it out quickly as he cupped his shaft and gave himself one good stroke.

"Ah," he sighed, mouth falling slightly open. He hummed in bliss from the back of his throat as he continued the strokes. So lost in his pleasure, poor Envy didn't hear the creaking in the hallway. He didn't notice the door beside of him slide open. He only continued to visualize running his tongue over Lust's neck. Her hand doing the work that his was currently responsible for. Pulling her hair—he'd always wanted to do that.

"Envy?" a confused voice piped from beside of him.

The sin squeaked and jerked his hand away, eyes flying wide as he swung his head around.

"Gluttony!" the spiky haired man yelled in rage. "Get the fuck out!"

The round, forever hungry sin cocked his large head to the side, a pure face of innocence as he held a finger to his chocolate covered lips.

"Get! Out!"

Giving a yelp of his own, Gluttony scattered out the door, leaving it wide open. Envy growled, baring his teeth, and slammed both fist against the wall behind him as he shoved forward. He slammed the door, nearly tripping over his skort. All sense of blood flow had jumped upward to his face. He sighed heavily, securing the hem around his slender hips. So much for his date with his hand, he thought as he heard the shrill voice of his Master coming from a short distance away. Clearly he would be getting no privacy this morning.

Stalking down the hallway as the door slammed behind him, Envy began to picture another, less erotic scene in his head. One where he was slaughtering both Gluttony and Dante with his bare hands.

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That night found Envy in the kitchen. He absently stirred the glass of water before him with his finger as he leaned over the table top, slouched in a backward-facing chair. His narrowed eyes glared at Gluttony's back as the fat thing munched from an open refrigerator. The frustrated sin wondered if Dante would be terribly mad at him if he were to 'accidentally' stab the fat pig to death. 'Not mean' to walk away, leaving him to drown the rest of his death in his own puddle of blood. Yes, she would be angry. He tossed the idea out the window and picked the glass up, downing the water in one swig.

Envy got up from his chair with the grace of an elephant on a trapeze. He was suddenly very bored, and no amount of fantasy homicide would entertain him.

"Glutton," he asked, voice quick with the hints of a grudge, "where's Lust?"

"Lust got dirty," Gluttony said. His mouth was full and he was still facing his dinner.

Shower then. Well that would make the female sin's second one in a single day. Envy figured that the woman must have had a messy mission earlier with the guards near the Brigadier's office. Oh well, all the better. She'd be doing a lot of scrubbing, and that was fine with him.

Making his way down the hall and up the staircase, the sin grinned. Maybe he could make up for his ruined morning. All he had to figure out was how to get into the locked bathroom. He frowned as he wiggled the doorknob discreetly. Clearly, Lust was trying to keep everyone out. He recalled that she hadn't been very concerned with locked doors that morning. Oh well. No matter, he told himself.

His lip twitched upward in a smirk as the flashes of blue and white sparked up around his changing body. When the odd light stopped, Envy chuckled softly. He reached up and rolled his 'new' shoulder, grinning at the feel of metal against flesh. The form he had taken had an advantage to getting in locked doors. And that was because he had mimicked the bladed arm rather than normal automail. With a widening grin, Envy inwardly snickered at his amazing stealth skills and slid his blade down the crease of door-and-wall.

At the sound of a popping lock, in no way heard above the rushing water in the room, the jealous man slipped into the room. Unnoticed. His leer broadened as he stopped and closed the door behind him, locking it once more and reverting back to his prefered appearance. The bathroom was L shaped, and so he was currently hidden behind the entry wall. The shower, God bless, was just on the other side, facing the window. And his 'throne' for the show was just ahead of him. It actually faced the sink, and one would have to turn in order to view the bathing woman. However, Envy, not wishing to strain himself while watching the beauty, had conceived a way to go about his pervery in an ingenious way. By opening the medicine cabinet mirror, angling it so that it caught the shower, and plopping down, hidden as he watched. Lust had never noticed. He hoped that she never would, otherwise bath time would be ruined. Well, for him.

And so he set about his routine.

Once seated, Envy relaxed back and peered at the mirror. The shower was one with a glass door, so there was no curtain in his way. He smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the candle light. Apparently Lust liked to set the mood, even if she was only by herself. He liked that. It was…erotic. Plus, the candles smelled amazing. Shifting, he let his head rest against the wall, back pressed to the top-lid of the toilet. He let out a contented sigh, eyes lidded and grin wide, as he watched Lust scrub at her scalp. Her chin was tilted upward, the spraying water hitting her neck and dripping down the curves of her body. She massaged at her scalp, suds of soap running down her arms and dropping onto her round hips. Envy watched as Lust rolled he neck a bit, obviously feeling relaxed and in heaven amongst the steam and water. Well, the most heaven that a sin could think of getting. Envy had his own 'heaven'. He snickered at the thoughts that ran through his head.

Biting his lip, Envy hummed. He could already feel his body heating up, begging for the release it had been deprived of earlier that day. Deciding that he was definitely enjoying himself, the man hooked his thumbs under the hem of his skort and slid his bottoms down to his feet. Clad in only his tight fitting top, Envy relaxed back once again. Lust would slice him to bits if she stepped out of the shower and caught him. Knowing this, Envy still remained. It wasn't as if she could kill him. Only ruin the fun for good. But he doubted that would happen, because the moment he saw that she was ready to exit her shower, Envy would do exactly what he usually did when 'peeping'; he'd gather his pants back up and slip out faster than the busty sin could wrap a towel around her body. He'd never been caught once and tonight would be no different, he knew.

Watching her rinse her tresses, Envy let a sultry smirk wash over his face. He ran his fingers up his abs, leaving his other arm to rub at his thigh. Slipping his fingers under the bottom of his too-tight shirt, the sin struggled a bit to make enough room to fit his hand. He managed it and began tracing circles around his sculpted chest, zeroing in on his hardened nipples and taking one between his fingers. He grunted and his breathing began to pick up. His nipples were not the only things growing hard.

Hissing through his clenched teeth, he narrowed his eyes at the mirror, transfixed in the scene of Lust as she rubbed her belly with the bar of soap. It slipped from her hands and she knitted her brow but did not pick it up. Envy was not bothered because without the soap bar, his female compadre would have to use her hands. All for the better. He imagined that it was his hands touching her body. He bet she was smooth.

As he continued to tease his nipples, heat rushed through his body. He swallowed and stopped mid-rub on his thigh. He slid his hand between his thighs and toyed with his sack for a moment. Something vibrated in his throat, and Envy bit down on his tongue to hush himself. He was usually good about keeping himself quiet, but being as pent up as he was, the sinful man was finding it rather hard to do. He would force himself to shut up, though, and swallow the moan that was built up in his throat. He grasped his shaft and gave himself a few good pumps. His throat had gone dry, and he licked his lips, swallowing repeatedly to gather saliva. His heart rate was rapid as the strokes and pumps continued, the sound of his small huffs tangling with rushing water and Lust's cheerful humming. Oh, if the woman only knew.

Envy ran his index finger down the vein along the underside of his penis and jerked slightly.

"Shit," he breathed to himself, leaning forward a tad. The hand that had been toying with his upper body had stopped and was gripping the air beside of his leg. Panting, he groaned faintly, jerks, pumps, and all of the like becoming frenzied and loosing sense of rhythm.

Envy slammed his back against the toilet, head rapping the wall as he felt his balls tighten. His free hand slapped the side of his 'seat' simultaneously with his release. Lost in pleasure, Envy barely managed to keep quiet the sounds that left him. His eyes squinted and his head lolled to the side, but he managed to keep his gaze on the image of Lust in the mirror.

He let out a heavy breath, feeling the warmth on his hand and thighs as he finished himself and relaxed to catch his breathing. He swallowed the ball of spit in his mouth and grinned a toothy grin as Lust shot a gaze out of the shower. Oops, she was suspecting something. He shouldn't have slammed against the wall. Envy knew that had been the big mistake. Luckily he was still hidden and she hadn't noticed the angled mirror.

It was going to be stretching it, but he hurried and grabbed a wad of tissue paper to wipe himself and the toilet seat off, quickly tossing it into the wastebasket in the corner and pulling up his skort. He slinked out the door just as the shower head was turned off.

Ah yes, he was good. With any luck, Lust would think nothing of the mirror's position.

Read: Well, regardless of the amount of reviews, it was just far to tempting to continue with more Envy perversion. I'm really having fun with this, as if you can't tell.

Believe it or not, I typed this up while sitting outside on this HOT HOT—for heaven's sake won't it rain already?—day. I was supposed to be watching my sister and her friends have their fun at the park, and so I brought the good ol laptop to keepme company. I'm bad, I know. How dare I write something like this while sitting in a park! The nerve!