Dear Readers,
I just want to start off by saying, I have a horrible migraine. Thus, the name to this deliciously robust chapter. I think you readers will like this...long awaited SAUCY scene...Envy and Winry...Dare I say it...? LOL. You'll just have to read to find out! heheheheheeh. Oh, and I finished reading the Fruits Basket series. I cried at the end...Really. It was just so damn sad. And the idea that it's all over...God. What a great manga. Really, if you've never read it, you should. It's powerful. I know this chapter is a tad short. It was supposed to be. Ha, don't fret. The next chappy is gonna be painstakingly long. My fingers ache just thinking about it...
-Ramona F.
Ache
Winry blinked a few times, still trying to comprehend what Envy was saying, exactly.
But her heart was still beating too fast for her to comprehend anything.
The feeling of his hand on her own...Even if his fingers where crushing hers...Even if the hatred burning in his lovely eyes was enough to scorch her, Winry was happy. So, so terribly happy.
Because here he was.
"Envy..." She said again, despite his warning.
His lips began to twitch in a disgusted way, and he dropped her hand.
Winry wouldn't believe it. Wouldn't let his last words become a reality. He couldn't just...Forget her, could he? Was he lying? Pretending like he had to protect her? Was that what he was doing?
The sin turned and began walking away down the path. She dumbly stared at his back, letting her happiness swell over her again. She felt like a balloon...A balloon reaching the heights of the atmosphere, ready to go everywhere and anywhere with it's weightlessness.
She couldn't believe he was here. He was with her.
Seeming to notice the absence of her presence, Envy wheeled around to glare at her.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" He snapped, pupils dilating in his anger.
She stiffened, not having remembered seeing his eyes like that ever before. That was new...
Could it be that...This Envy was different...She could feel it inside her. Could feel the change in him...
Her blue orbs widened.
Could it be that...He had really forgotten her?
Inside, Winry felt like she was dying. She could hardly feel her body falling to the dirt path. The bleeding in her knees went unnoticed.
All she could see where his eyes as he watched her. Calculating and cold. Filled to the brim with hatred and anger.
They weren't his eyes.
Not her Envy.
" Dammit!" She heard him murmur, and she watched in dread as he stomped over to her.
She braced herself, closing her eyes and preparing to be hurt in some way.
He grabbed onto her arm and painfully yanked her into a half standing position.
"Get off your lazy ass and start walking." He hissed, and she merely squinted her eyes more.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He barked, squeezing on her arm to the point where she knew she would have bruises.
She could take it. The pain. She could.
His nails dug into her frail skin, drawing blood.
She bit her trembling lip.
"Answer me!" He screamed, and she could feel his body trembling with his rage.
She was so scared, she couldn't move. Couldn't speak.
"Dammit, look at me!" He let go of her arm and held her at arms length, firmly gripping onto her shaking shoulders with both hands. He shook her, making her head snap painfully back, forcing her to look into his enraged, amethyst eyes.
Tears began to freely flow from her eyes, falling down her cold cheeks and onto her hands, which where held up before her in a sad attempt to distance herself from this greater being.
This being who looking down at her while his body shook with anger and hatred. His lips curled back over his teeth, and she couldn't help but notice how much sharper they looked...How terrifying he was. With the moon bouncing off his deathly pale skin, reflecting on his teeth and making him look so fiendish.
But she loved him. So, so much.
And she wanted to tell him.
Desperately to the point of insanity. But this wasn't him. He didn't know her.
"W-why are you crying?" He whispered, his voice shaking as his nails dug into her once again. She could almost hear her skin breaking...Her knees felt weak as the blood began to flow under his hands...
"Stop it! Stop it right now!" he screamed, shaking her again, painfully tearing at her skin with his nails.
He was enraged, and she stared up at him while he was in his blind fury. She couldn't understand...Couldn't...Why was he like this? How could he just forget who she was?
"STOP IT!" He screamed once more and let go of her completely. Then he backed away from her, and staring down at his bloodied hands, his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and...Something else. His pupils began to dilate, and his fingers curled as Winry's blood began to drip from under his sharp nails and down his long fingers. A bead of sweat rolled down his pale face and he fell to his knees. Winry watched in shock as Envy grabbed the sides of his head with both hands, looking down at the ground with wide eyes and bared teeth he hissed.
"WHO ARE YOU?" He screamed, his voice piercing her like daggers.
He raised a shaking fist into the air.
Envy then began to punch at the ground, and Winry gasped as his first created a crater, splintering the earth and impacting the ground, creating a jagged void around himself. She never knew he possessed such strength...As he raised a shaking fist to punch at the earth once more, he grabbed at his head, as if in pain once again.
His body shook, and suddenly...
He was crying.
As he began to rock back and forth, the sin began to cry.
Winry fell into to her knees before him, and tentatively raised her hands. The need to comfort him was natural to her. She recalled nights from long ago when she would have nightmares...
And he would be there. He would quiet her and calm her down.
And she would be amazed at his kindness. The kindness he had hidden deep within himself. The kindness he only showed her...And she was grateful. Extremely grateful that she had met him.
She placed her hands on his, not minding the blood. All that mattered was Envy.
It didn't matter if he didn't remember her. It didn't matter if he hated her.
All that mattered in the world to her, was Envy.
"Who...Who are...You? Please...Stop...Running through my mind over and over and over..." He whispered fiercely, and began to crumple into a ball, shaking uncontrollably. Envy's muscles twitched and he breathed heavily, as if he was in pain. "Why do you...Why do I constantly see you in my mind...? But I've never met you..." His body stiffened and he grit his teeth. "I hate you...I hate you so much..."
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against her shoulder, and Winry closed her eyes. Tears began to flow from her eyes once more, and as they slid down her cheeks, she could feel Envy's own tears on her skin. As their tears mixed together, Winry's body slowly became numb.
It's a terrifying thing. Having the one you love not know you. To have someone you spent so much time with, forget those moments ever happened. To have the person you trusted more than anything, suddenly disappear from your life.
Abruptly, Envy pulled away. He looked down at her with wide, tear filled eyes full of disgust and hatred. He rose to his feet and brought her along with him, then stared down at her knees. She watched as his eyes narrowed at the scrapes.
Without a second thought, he turned around and began walking down the dark path.
Winry followed, but found she had a hard time walking. The mechanic seemed to have somehow twisted her ankle... She guessed it might have happened when she had fallen to her feet...Either way, it hurt to walk on, and she was obviously slow.
Winry faintly wondered where they where going...But was too overwhelmed to really care. She was with Envy...Could smell his scent on the winds of Resembool...
But he didn't know who she was.
And that thought made her want to cry.
She stepped on a sharp rock and couldn't help but whimper, she was walking barefoot, and wasn't accustom to walking without shoes. She stared down at thew ground, and noted that Envy didn't wear shoes. He walked over the sharp rocks as if they where nothing, grinding them to dust beneath his feet.
After an hour went by of nonstop walking, Winry had to stop.
The pain in her now bleeding feet and her ankle where almost too much.
She was also extremely tired. She felt like she could collapse at any moment. Looking down at her bleeding feet, her eyes began to droop. She could pass out right there...On the spot...
Her face was yanked up by Envy's thumb and forefinger on her chin. Her head span as she fearfully looked up into his eyes.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he growled.
It amazed her and annoyed that he could pretend to be so damn strong, after having bawled his eyes out a moment ago. She wondered, for a second, if even remembered doing so. He was acting so strangely, she wouldn't doubt if the scene had been wiped from his memory. She like her.
He continued to glare at her, so she cleared her throat to answer, but, being impatient as ever, Envy growled. "Damn humans! I detest your frailty." He spat.
Winry rolled her eyes. It was so like him...Winry guessed she was just used to him calling her that.
"I guess it can't be helped though," he continued, completely ignoring her passive attitude, "Your just a stupid, clumsy, human. With no real meaning in life. Other than being Masters piglet." He began to laugh darkly. He licked his bottom lip as he leaned in close to her face, an evil glint to his eye.
Winry's body stilled at the mention of Dante, and also the closeness and sudden change in attitude. He was now deadly serious, after having laughed second ago. And he was so close to her...Her lips itched with want, and as he stared deep into her eyes, searching, trying to find something, she couldn't help but blush as memories of him holding her close to him at night replayed in her mind.
Envy's sharp eyes trailed down to her mouth, and curiously, he traced his thumb along the bottom of her bottom lip. She shuttered in delight, and swallowed a strangled moan. She had been without him for so long...Even the slightest of his touches where enough to drive her mad.
His eyes flickered back up to hers, causing her to almost double over.
"I remember you lips." he said, his amethyst eyes never leaving hers.
Winry flushed as her heart began to race.
Envy took a step closer to her, his body heat radiating off of him in waves and rocketing through her. She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, and his statement rang in her head like a bell. She remembered him teasing her before, but never before had be been so...Blunt? That or she was just so overwhelmed by him touching her that she was overreacting about everything.
He stared down at her, causing her to crane her head back and look up at him with wide, tearful eyes. Was he messing with her? Was he serious? She just didn't know anymore. She just couldn't tell...he was acting so bizarre.
Her lips opened slightly as he stared down at them in curiosity.
"I remember them...I remember the taste," he looked back into her eyes, and she blushed again, "I remember your blushes... I remember your smile..." His eyes narrowed and his hold on her chin tightened, "Your worthless existence nags in the back of my mind. And it hurts...The memories I have of you. I hear your damn voice...I see things I don't fucking remember happening to me. I can remember how you taste, how you smell, how you feel...Everything."
Envy began to lean in closer, his full lips dangerously hovering over her own. His spicy breath filling her senses and driving her wild with want. All rationality flew away from the irrational mechanic and soon she was drowning in his intoxication. His horribly inhuman gaze and his terrifying cat-like eyes. In the moonlight, he looked like a god. A demon. Something completely other worldly.
His eyebrows drew together and he suddenly looked confused, unsure, lost.
"I hate you so much..So much it hurts...And yet..." He whispered fervidly, his eyes searching deep with in her for something...Something...
She couldn't help but get lost in his beauty. She didn't care if it was an illusion...A trick...
He was Envy. He was there.
"I wonder..If..." His eyes trailed down to her lips and her heart felt like it was in a vice. His mouth curled into a cruel smile, revealing his sharp teeth, and he looked back up into her eyes with mischief. Her cheeks flushed and her pulse quickened.
"She doesn't have to know...And besides," he licked his lips hungrily, "You'll be dead soon anyway."
Winry's blood drained from her face at his morbid statement.
But rational thought left her mind as Envy began to kiss her.
It was different from his other kisses. This one wasn't soft, or loving. It was...Like kissing a wild animal. His sharp teeth dangerously nibbled at her bottom lip, tugging at the skin and nearly breaking it. Once she felt a small bead of blood pool under his hot breath, she shivered as he lapped it up, licking at her lip and then suckling it. Envy then bit down on her lip, hard, and caused her to moan. He licked over the wound and she nearly fainted, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, almost crushing her with his strength. She couldn't help but run her hands through his hair, and was amazed when she felt his chest vibrating. She almost smiled. He was purring...like she recalled him doing whenever he was pleased or excited. He parted her lips savagely, then entered her mouth with his hot, demanding tongue. He was so hungry, so needy...She could feel his heart thumping along with hers, could hear his rushed, ragged breath. When his tongue met hers, he swirled his around hers playfully, making Winry shiver in ultimate delight.
The hand that had been behind her head trailed down to her chest and roughly grabbed at her breast, causing her to arch her back and whimper. Her chest was heaving now, having the need for oxygen. But they couldn't stop. They where completely lost in each other. She let all of her love for him dribble out into the kiss. She wanted him so badly. Needed him so badly. For a moment, she completely forgot who he was. Who she was. All that mattered was this.
She moved her lips against his with expertise, knowing exactly what to do to make him react in certain ways. She playfully bit at his top lip, gaining some of the control. Having sensed her switch, he tried to surprise her by suddenly using both hands to lift her off the ground. But he had done this many times before, and Winry only squealed in delight. Effortlessly she wrapped her legs around his middle and relished in the way he held her so easily, the way they fit together never ceased to amaze her. The way he had complete domination over her.
At the new angle, she had to lean down to kiss him, but he seemed to like it. She could feel his smile against her lips, she she knew he was pleased. His chest continued to purr, and she vaguely felt their bodies moving, the wind rushing through her hair...
Her back suddenly hit something, and she found herself pinned against what felt like...A tree.
That's right, she faintly remembered... They where outside.
He parted from her mouth, removing his lips, the tongue. But not before he ran it over her raw lips, lapping up the blood his nibbles had caused. They where breathing heavily, and because the moon was shinning so bright, she could fully see him.
He was staring up at her, wide eyed, while his mouth was agape.
Envy's lips shone along with his eyes, and he had a beautiful blush on his pale face.
So beautiful...
When he noticed her looking, he smiled darkly and pinned her even more.
His lips where on her neck, licking and almost painfully suckling her frail skin. She felt her skin break from his razor sharp teeth, and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Immediately, his skilled tongue darted out, and began lapping up her hot, sticky blood. She remembered him doing that countless times...She found it strange that she enjoyed it so much. Winry began to run her fingers through his long, silken hair tenderly as he continued his heated sucking and biting to her skin. His body slowly began to loosen up, his tense muscles uncoiling under her touch. She moved away from his hair and smoothed her hands over her tense shoulders, feeling his muscles under her hands always excited her, and she heated up at the intensity of his lips movements, and began to knead his shoulders. His body shivered with delight.
Her body shuttered as his hardening member pressed into her thigh, causing her to moan.
"It's too bad you have to die...Your so sweet." he whispered into her skin, nipping at it once again. Winry couldn't form a coherent thought...Couldn't react to his words. She could only mewl as his hands moved under her shirt and began messaging her bare breast, kneading them like she did his broad shoulders.
Envy's lips moved up to her jaw line, and he suddenly ran his tongue along her jaw.
"It's just how I remembered...Your taste...Delicious..." he whispered darkly, licking her lips once more and causing her to gasp and he shifted her in his arms.
His erection rubbed against her own moistening center, causing him to groan in delight.
He leaned back and looked at her again, his face twisted with hatred and lust.
Needless to say, Envy wanted to fuck her.
His hardening manhood was throbbing with his want.
But he was so confused.
The sins body was taking control over him...He felt an uncontrollable urge to kill her, to slice her up into little pieces. To carve her up into a beautiful bloody masterpiece, then go home to Dante.
But thinking of Dante made him remember nights spent with her.
And he couldn't help but compare the human to his master.
Dante was not at all...Like this girl.
She was cold, clammy, and when he kissed her, he felt the urge to pull away. He felt like his body was drowning in a frozen lake, and that he was slowly dying inside. He wanted nothing more than to get away from her, so the horrible feeling would go away. But a part of him told him no. That he was supposed to be there. A little voice whispered what to do to her, how to pleasure her. And that he liked it. That he wanted to kiss her. Wanted to sleep with her. Wanted to listen...Obey.
But the girl was warm.
And delicious...And make him want her.
His body didn't feel the need to pull away. His body felt like it was being pulled to her. He felt so right...So sure that he was doing the right thing.
And his headache went away. That horrible head ache he would get when the memories came. When he touched her, kissed her...His head ache melted away. His body felt relaxed...
But Envy hated her. He hated her because while he kissed her, he imagined her kissing Edward.
And that just pissed him off.
Envy imagined the little bastard ripping off her clothes and doing the things he himself wanted to do to her. He saw him put his grubby little hands all over her and Envy couldn't help but growl in frustration.
He want both of them to die.
Wanted both of them to feel his wrath.
But her moans snapped him out of his inner turmoil. Her lips moving against his...Her fingers through his hair... All thoughts of the pipsqueak would be shifted aside as he felt her grind against his throbbing member, causing the hungry humuculous to push her against the tree. Her delicate hands smoothed over his taunt muscles, causing the tenseness to dissolve completely.
Their lips parted with an audible pop, and he lazily stared into her hooded eyes.
Her gorgeous, blue eyes...He remembered seeing them like this so many times...But he didn't. He felt like he should...But they where just images. Memories that he didn't remember having. Fresh on his mind...Skimming the surface...
A throbbing pain pierced through his head and he cringed. Gritting his teeth he hissed.
As if sensing his distress the human leaned forward and tenderly kissed him, her lips never moving, only pressing against his in a way that made his stomach flutter. His head ache melted away and he licked her lips hungrily. Her taste...It was enough to drive him wild. She leaned back from him, daring to move away from him and end his tasting of her. She looked deep into his eyes and blushed.
He really, really wanted to fuck her.
But he couldn't...the thought delighted and revolted him...
Why had he kissed her?
It had seemed like something fun to do at the time...And Envy thought that maybe, by kissing her...He would remember who she was. And why he had those memories...Why he had these strange urges...
But he didn't. And the memories and urges just intensified under her devilishly kind touch.
And why had he cried?
That was still unknown to him.
But he did know one thing...
The way she was looking at him now, with that look...God he wanted to just rip off her clothes and take her. Take her so hard...and make her his. Like he had Dante. He had made her scream out his name in the dead of night. He had unwillingly pleasured her enough for her to come crawling back to him every night, begging, pulling at him until he complied and carried out what she called his "duty of love". And she would whisper in his ear. Tell him strange things like, " That's right, you'll always be mine. Always. She won't take you away." her clammy hands would run up his back as he kissed along the flesh that wasn't slowly starting to decay...And he would have this horrible feeling of wanting to be somewhere else. And that's when his mind would turn to the human. He would remember nights spent with her, and pretend he was with her. But Dante's screams...Her smell...Her skin...Her coldness...She wasn't the human.
Envy felt nauseated just thinking about it.
The thought of Dante's body...Was slightly turning him off.
Winry began to grind against him once more. Leaning his head back, letting out a long, drawn out hiss of pleasure Envy was completely lost in his desires. His throbbing member twitched slightly, and he sensed he was about to blow. About to loose it...
" Ah!" he cried out as he twitched again, and felt something sticky in his tight shorts.
He was about to...He could feel it coming...
Suddenly, her movement stopped, and Envy's body cried out in fury. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down to glare at the human. And he found that she was staring down at him with hooded eyes, dripping with lust and affection. A blush spread across her cheeks and his member throbbing with the need to be inside her. The need to move in her wildly. The need to make her cry out burned through his body and Envy licked his lips in anticipation.
He would fuck her. He would...
Dante didn't have to know...And the human was going to die anyway. All he needed was one time...Just one time with her and that would be it. He would be satisfied.
The girls lips met his as her fingers brushed against his groin, earning a moan from him.
His hands gripped her tightly, and her legs tightened their hold around him.
"Envy..." She whispered against his lips, a forbidden caress he recalled feeling long ago.
His eyes snapped open.
"Envy...Your hurting me.."
Releasing her completely, Envy backed away from the warmth of the frail human in his arms. His desires forgotten as a strewn of images where painfully tossed at his open mind.
Her skin...Under his hands. Her eyes, looking at him, smiling...
"Envy!" A gasp. A breathy moan...A caress against his lips.
Pushing her against a table, her eyes full of fear. Nails digging under skin.
"Envy?"
He was curled into a ball once again, rocking back and fourth as the damned memories over took him. The humunculie's head began to pound along with his hammering heart, the pain slicing into the back of his skull unbearable. Envy curled his hands into fists as he felt nausea over take him.
He began to punch at the ground in his overwhelming anger, creating a large hole in the earth as he repeatedly struck it. His anger bubbled out of his chest as a strangled scream left his throat.
Envy's breathing was raged as he stood in the center of the crater.
Eyes downcast, his knuckles dripped with his own blood.
Light enveloped his hands, and the woulds where gone.
But still his head throbbed with pain.
A gasp caused his fingers to twitch.
His amethyst eyes snapped up to meet the girls.
Automatically he launched himself at her.
Slicing into her shoulder with his now bladed arm, Envy smiled manically as he watched her eyes widened in shock. Her hair fanned around her as she was forced on the ground, spreading on the thick grass like a blanket. He straddled her waist, and felt a strange sense of nostalgia...Being on top of her brought a sense of...Longing to him. A longing he had strangely felt moments ago, but was now forgotten.
His head throbbed along with her pulse.
The gash on her shoulder began to bleed, but she didn't cry out. Only stared blankly into nothingness.
Grinning evilly, Envy leaned down to whisper in her hear. He felt her body stiffen under him, quivering slightly from their heated encounter. Yes, he admitted, she had been extremely delicious...
But it pained him to hear her say his name...Pained him to the point of madness.
Envy's head felt like it was going to split in two. He bared his teeth as he hissed into her ear.
"Ever say my name again, and I'll cut your tongue out."
Edward punched the wall, breaking through the wooden surface with his automail.
"Dammit...!"
"How the hell could you let him get away!" Marta screamed.
The chimera squirmed, trying to break free of Alphonse's grasp. She kicked wildly, her anger contorting her beauty and making her have a mask that belonged to an animal. She was wild now, eyes alert and focused, going against all odds to try and escape.
Edward stared down at his automail hand, images of Winry filling his mind.
He had been so mad...So mad at her.
Why?
"DAMMIT! YOUR NOT EVEN GOING TO DO ANYTHING!" Marta screamed. "HOW THE HELL COULD YOU LET HIM TAKE HER!"
"Marta, it wasn't like that! Brother couldn't-" Alphonse began.
"No Al," Edward said, his voice hard, "Marta's right. I should have tried harder..."
"Brother..." Alphonse said, his voice soft and sympathetic.
"That's twice now." Edward whispered to himself.
...That she's been taken from me.
On the couch, Sheska was crying. Sobbing into her hands pitifully as she curled herself into a little ball. Pinako sat at the kitchen table, smoking her pipe with a far off expression. Den paced the living room, whimpering.
Marta breathed heavily and finally, seemed to calm down. Alphonse slowly dropped her, and she stomped out of the house, kicking open the door and nearly knocking it off it's hinges. She jumped, probably making her way up to the roof. Alphonse sighed, looking at the door, then down at the ground.
Everything in the Rockbell house was still.
Edward made his hands into fists.
Not again. He couldn't loose her again.
Turning from everyone, he stomped over to the stairs, intent on finding Lust.
He found her sitting on the last step, hunched over. Her shoulders wheres till, and her forehead was rested on her forearms, which where on her knees. Slowly, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. Blood red met amber.
"We leave tomorrow." She said, her voice unwavering.
The Fullmetal Alchemist only gave her a curt nod, then brushed past her up the stairs.
Slowly, Edward made his way to her room and stood out side of it for a moment. The, tentatively, he pushed the door open. His somber eyes fell on her bed...
The image of seeing Envy holding her in his arms...His wild eyes looking down at her in a way that was too friendly...
Edward made his hands into fists.
Making his way past the mess that was the mechanics room, Edward collapsed on her bed.
Closing his eyes, Edward Elric breathed in Winry's scent.
"Dammit..." he whispered.
Ya...So I really just wanted Envy and Winry to kiss again. I did it for the fans really...And I just REALLY REALLY wanted to have them kiss. Envy is supposed to be battling with his emotions, kind of like Wrath. That's why he isn't all himself. He's bi polar right now, and can easily go from one emotion to the other. Kinda unstable. He really just kissed Winry because he thought it would make him remember her, and he felt like he wanted to. He thinks he wants to kill her because Dante brainwashed him into thinking so, and because she makes him have head aches he thinks by killing her his pain will go away. Ya...Just wanted to clear that up. I don't want yall to be like, " Envy is totally out of character blah blah blah" AH. I'M NOT PERFECT! *glares at computer screen* you try writing as Envy...It's hard! i have to literally tap into my inner humunculous! AND IT AIN'T A WALK IN THE PARK! Well, it's not that hard. Actually, I find it harder to write as Edward and Winry. Ah...How many times can I say "dammit" in a sentence, really? And I don't have that much enthusiasm over automail ( Notice how she isn't as giddy as she is in the show) But...I try.