LustxEnvy and EdxEnvy – and, credit where credit's due, I was inspired by the hilariously awesome sexy story Infatuation Fascination by Perfumey. Don't read it if you don't like lemons, that's all it's about. XD
30. Sweetness
Lust knows that Envy doesn't love her. She doesn't love him either. They're homunculi, not humans – they just have needs to fulfil.
And, she reflects, even if she was capable of it, she wouldn't fall in love with Envy anyway. He's dangerous, unstable, cruel even for their kind. He scares her sometimes, even if she knows that she could easily hold her own.
No, this is as far as it'll ever go. Thrusts and whispered screams whenever the ache becomes too much to bear. An extra body in her bed, or sometimes in his, to claw and bite at.
Except, she's not sure when, but something changes.
It's been a while since either of them have felt the ache (or, at least, she assumes, but she doesn't want to think about Envy with any of the others. It's not jealousy, just discomfort) and there's something different about Envy.
He's still a murderous, unbalanced walking time bomb. He wouldn't be Envy if he wasn't.
But slowly, Lust begins to notice that it takes more to set him off, less for him to calm down, and he almost seems…satisfied. Even after a night with her he always has that restlessness to him, but these days he could almost be mistaken for relaxed.
His brows begin to unfurrow, the marks of his constant anger smoothing out. His jaw isn't as set, his hands not as clenched and he begins to straighten his back when he walks. Small things, unimportant things, impossible things.
She catches up to him, calling out his name, but she doesn't know what to say. You've changed. You're happier. You're calmer. All of these things, any of these things, could send him back to his usual habits, and Lust realizes with a shock that she likes this new, subtly different Envy.
Envy stares at her, wondering what she is struggling with – then, he smiles. He doesn't grin. He doesn't smirk. He doesn't cackle. He just…smiles. "Never thought I'd see you struggling with your words. I'll be there in a bit."
That isn't what I was going to tell you, she almost says, then bites it back. Because it's true. She's not aching, but she's wanting. She wants this new Envy, this Envy that smiles and teases instead of smirks and bullies.
Less than an hour, Envy's on top of her, cursing as he drives into her. He smells different – not different, no, his usual scent is still there – but there's something else.
In a moment of stupidity, of hopeless sentimentality, Lust crushes her lips against his. She breaks the unspoken taboo.
And, running her tongue along the inside of his mouth, she tastes somebody else's sweetness, thick and lingering like honey.
Later, as they catch their breath, she asks him. "What's her name?"
He smiles again, with a touch of ruefulness. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."