(A/N: So...um...heheh...yeah...*hides*)

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As soon as the door closed behind them, Kimblee pulled Envy into his arms, but it was not the ravishing embrace she had anticipated. He was still being cautious.

"How do you feel?" He asked, rubbing her back lightly. Usually he was not such a patient lover. To his way of thinking, a woman or man either wanted him or they didn't; it was that simple. He wasn't interested in helping them sort things out or coaxing them along - they were both adults for goodness sake, and they should be able to act like it. This was different, though, as Envy clearly had more reason to be uncertain than most. This was complicated; Kimblee was both aware of that and willing to expend effort he would not have deemed worthwhile with anyone else. For Envy, he would be patient, excruciating as that might be.

Envy, however, was not very patient at any time for any reason, not when it came to what she wanted. And at the moment, there was no doubt in her mind as to what that was.

She smirked. "I feel overdressed."

She took two steps back from him, leaning against the door through which they had just entered. She slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders and, perhaps having its form altered in order to do so, the whole garment slid down her body like water, pooling on the floor around her feet before she stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. Underneath, she wore a black bra, panties and garter belt holding up her stockings (Envy had merely asked herself what Lust would wear at a time like this).

He felt suddenly light-headed, as blood rushed away from said area. He took a step towards her, but she extended one leg, and with flexibility which thrilled him, pressed one foot against his chest, holding him back.

"Am I beautiful?" She tried to come off as sultry, but there was just something so tenuous in the last word, so melancholy.

"You're Venus incarnate. You could steal your sister's name." He slid one hand up her leg, stepping forward and guiding it around his hip as he pressed himself against her. "Any woman would envy you. Any man would envy me, being with you." He leaned his forehead against hers, so close strands of their hair mingled.

"Invidia." He said it so softly it was less a spoken word and more a hot breath on her lips.

She couldn't take it, that teasingly close proximity, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a searing kiss which made her toes curl and fingers dig deep into the fabric of his jacket, before he shrugged it off and tossed it carelessly away.

She reached up and freed his hair from its tie, while his hands explored everywhere, as a sculptor would come to know his masterpiece by touch; the flat plane of her stomach, her back, slipping under her bra and cupping one small, firm breast, kneading gently. She pulled back far enough to yank the impeding garment away before devouring his mouth once more.

His hand slipped downward, grazing the outside of her underwear. She whimpered, the sensations shockingly vivid even through a layer of fabric. In the past, Envy had briefly and rather unsuccessfully explored the female form. It had never been like this…

Encouraged by her responsiveness, he slipped his fingers under the edge of the lacy black material, and felt a smug sense of satisfaction at the wetness which met his fingertips. He probed further, gently parting and exploring the layers of soft slickness.

She groaned, his touch arousing her unbelievably yet doing nothing to sate her. This was torture - pleasurable, but even so. She felt at risk of going mad, and everything he did only made it worse...

"Just fuck me." She whispered through gritted teeth.

He wanted to, and had his self-control been any less he could not have resisted. But he wouldn't allow it, not yet. His lips curled into that Cheshire cat smile which spelled doom for most.

"That's not what I promised, remember? Don't go back on our deal now."

With that, he sank slowly to his knees, kissing a trail down her chest and belly as he did so, until he was on eye-level with her underwear, and the garment simply melted away in his fingers when he tugged at it. The folds of her sex were smooth and pale as a conch shell, glistening with moisture. He hitched her leg up, over his shoulder this time, and with hands snug around her hips to keep her steady, he leaned forward and tasted her.

She gave a keening, almost piteous moan as his warm, sinuous tongue slithered and coiled shamelessly between her legs, finding what his fingers had a moment ago and applying special pressure to that most sensitive pearl of nerve endings and pulsing blood, eliciting an almost cat-like mewl as he began sucking. No one had ever done such a thing, Envy had scarcely even imagined... Oh, it was so good, pleasure deep and strong, promising the release she needed so badly, but now there were other troubles, as her leg trembled, threatening to buckle.

"A-ah, I'm going to fall…"

He squeezed her hips lightly as he pulled back, licking his lips and standing up.

"That's fine. I really didn't intend to fuck you against the door anyway."

Stooping slightly, he lifted her from where she stood (barely) and carried her from the front door and through to the bedroom, as though she were his new bride and this their honeymoon – which it almost was, in a way, or at least as close to such a thing as either of them were likely to get.

As he set her down on the bed, he had to admit the reclining position was more agreeable, for it let him easily place his head at the level of her chest. As much as they both wanted to get off, he couldn't resist this brief diversion. He nuzzled the shallow cleft between her breasts, reaching up and tweaking one nipple to pert attention. Envy jerked slightly at each touch as though electrocuted.

"I-I can make them bigger."

What an odd thing to be offered.

"I love your body just as it is."

"You don't have to say that…"

"Of course I don't have to, but why not?" His tongue lathed the nipple his fingers were not already manipulating. "Why not tell you how I adore you, except that I doubt you believe me?" He sucked on it for a moment, grazing ever-so-lightly with his teeth, taking immense satisfaction in the way she writhed under his ministrations. Mercy, the sounds Envy was making were driving him wild, he wanted more... His hand left her breast and made its way downward once more.

"Perhaps I'll yet convince you." He whispered, before once again lowering his head where his fingers had gone, picking up where he had left off in the other room. And it was even better now, if that were possible, when she could actually relax without risk of toppling over. Tears welled in her eyes at how wonderful it felt, all immortal dignity and poise forgotten, lying with legs splayed and moaning so wantonly.

As his mouth continued to work, his hand sought her opening, pushing inward, exploring this uncharted, coveted territory. It was a snug fit, even around two fingers. His sex throbbed in anticipation, aching fiercely to be inside her. He began making scissoring motions with his digits, in preparation for something larger and harder.

With that final bit of stimulation she reached her peak and screamed as he had boasted she would, and a new welling of moisture dampened his fingers. When her climax had expended itself, he pulled back and began removing his own clothes. She leaned forward and assisted in this, reveling in each layer of ivory-hued silk as it was pulled away, revealing a different kind of silk, of ivory. His skin was easily as soft as any woman's, and in the moonlight from the window was almost luminous. She yanked him down on top of her, wanting to feel him against her, feel him everywhere.

"Please…" She whispered huskily against his ear.

"Please, what?"

"You know what."

"I do." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. "But I want to hear you say it. Nothing would be better."

Envy swallowed. Hell, what was there to be embarrassed about?

"I want you in me. Want to feel you, down to the last centimeter, so deep I can taste it." Envy was vaguely surprised in whatever section of brain which still worked- where the hell had that come from?

He could almost have come just from that. To have cold, mistrustful, lethal Envy begging for his cock...he hadn't been lying, nothing could be better. Not feeling he could wait a moment more now, he lined himself up, pressing the head of his manhood against her opening. She tensed at the sudden contact in spite of herself, reflexively defensive.

"Shh, you need to relax now." He claimed her mouth in another kiss. It soothed her, and she offered no more resistance as he slid inside. He moaned against her mouth, she was so tight around him. Shoulders quivering with barely checked tension and breath heavy, his eyes were nonetheless still clear as he broke the kiss and looked down at her. "May I?"

"Fuck me, Red Lotus Alchemist." She wrapped her legs around his waist. "That's an order."

He began to move, slowly at first but building to a breakneck pace. He was not trying to inflict pain, but also not holding anything back. He couldn't. Envy had no objection anymore, the motion and friction setting off sparks inside her, and she cried out as she crescendoed into another peak.

Her subtle tightening around him, the slight pain of her nails as they dug into his bare skin and most of all her voice raised in pleasure...was too much, too good...

"Oh Invidia...!" He groaned into the crook of her neck as his own climax overwhelmed him, so intense it left him slightly dizzy in the aftermath. As far as explosions went, that one would have fractured the very bedrock.

Mercifully, the hot surge of his orgasm didn't disgust her - the essence of humanity, yes, but it was his humanity, the raw material of all that he was, all that might follow from him. The seed could not grow, but if it did it would lead to children with his characteristics, his looks, mannerisms and perhaps even personality traits. There was nothing at all which Envy found repulsive about that.

She was overwhelmed, however, by a maelstrom of emotions, forceful as a hurricane and keen as a razor's edge. The feelings of one who has lived for centuries as a thing, a weapon, a tool for the designs of another, for the first time treated as a living creature. Envy was not introspective enough to recognize this, to perceive this truth about her existence. Envy's worst sin was not itself, but blindness. That was the toll, the price Envy had paid to keep on existing. True self-knowledge would remain, secret, inside of Envy until its dying day.

"Hold onto me for a while, okay?" She whispered, voice unsteady as she was. It felt as though she would come apart if he were not there to hold her together.

"Of course." He tightened his hold around her, more than happy to keep her close.

She wanted to sustain this moment where there was no space between them, but her eyes burned with the poignancy of all she felt, and hard as she tried to hold it in, the smallest sob escaped her. She pulled away, embarrassed, swiping at her eyes impatiently.

"Sorry..." How unlike Envy, to apologize for anything, but Envy didn't feel at all like any form of her or his or itself.

"Don't apologize." He pulled her back into his arms. "Unless, of course, you're crying because it was that terrible; in which case you might've mentioned something sooner."

She laughed, in spite of everything. "No, no, it was wonderful. I don't know why I'm being all weird."

The tears had stopped, as the moment of painful almost-clarity slipped away, and yet she still felt awkward for it. Who really wanted their partner to dissolve into a puddle of sappiness after the fact?

"You're not being weird. And even if you were, it's a little late to be self-conscious." He leaned his forehead against hers, so close that Envy's world was reduced to his eyes. "Don't ever apologize. I want all of you, tears included." He was not one to be satisfied with only nice and pleasant things. After all, he had been so charmed when Envy had attempted to kill him.

Envy shivered. "You sound like..."

"I am Greedy when it comes to you."

For a moment tears threatened again. She closed her eyes and kissed him instead.

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(A/N: Yaoi next time. I'm not too experienced writing sex scenes, so this was good practice. Thanks for reading!)