(A/N: Hope it was worth the wait!)
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Envy rose as if in a dream, crossing the short distance from the sitting-area to the bed, across polished floorboards and richly-pattered rugs. Walking had never been so complicated. Greed was a little behind them, taking off his shirt and tossing it carelessly away on his way over. Kimblee was more fastidious about things, hanging his jacket on the back of a chair beside the bed and sliding his shoes and socks underneath it.
Envy wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to strip yet, so he occupied himself with crawling into the bed. Even in his state of nervousness, Envy couldn't help but notice how soft the mattress was, how the dark red down-stuffed comforter was like a cloud on his body.
Kimblee, now wearing only undershirt and boxers, pulled covers aside and lay down next to Envy. He slid one hand up his stomach, under his shirt. Envy laughed a little as he willed the garment off of himself.
"I still can't fucking believe this." Envy muttered ruefully as he pulled Kimblee's hair out of its ponytail.
"Just proves my favorite saying." Greed said, laying himself against Envy's back, now naked as the day he was 'born'. Envy tensed, stomach fluttering with nervousness and something else. It caught him off-guard, and he recoiled instinctively, pressing closer into Kimblee's arms.
"Can we…maybe focus on him first?" Envy pointed at Kimblee.
Kimblee and Greed glanced at each other, before exchanging identical evil smirks.
"No."
"No way."
"But I– mmm…" Envy's voice trailed off as Greed sucked on his earlobe.
"What's the issue?" Greed asked softly, breath hot and close against Envy's ear. "You were almost down for it before. Just relax." He began kneading the muscles of Envy's shoulders with one broad hand.
At the same time, Kimblee slid lithely down Envy's body, taking one of his flat, pale-pink nipples into his mouth and sucking. Someone's hand – Envy wasn't sure whose was whose anymore – slid up his thigh. Envy allowed the rest of his clothing to recede from his body, allowing whoever's fingers to reach their goal, stroking his already stiffening member to full, throbbing attention.
Greed and Kimblee were downright mercenary about it, simultaneously soothing and arousing; deft and merciless. As Kimblee made his slow, meticulous procession down Envy's torso, eliciting gasps and shivers, Envy shifted, lying squarely on his back to allow better access. Greed seized the opportunity to lean forward and press his lips to Envy's. Envy felt as though he might be ripped in half between both their mouths, as surely as though two wolves had sunk their teeth in and pulled. Through the haze of sensation, Envy realized that he and Greed had never kissed before. Envy couldn't say why that seemed strange, but it did. How long they had lived in the same mire of old hate and old habits. How incredible, this sudden break from all that.
"You okay?" Greed said, very quietly, pulling back for a moment to regard Envy with half-lidded, slightly mischievous eyes.
Envy nodded, not trusting his voice, before pulling Greed back down into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as the hand on his cock was replaced with the hot, wet cavity of Kimblee's mouth. He enveloped Envy very fully for a moment, then reined in; teasing with only the lightest swipes of his tongue. Envy writhed a little, one hand tightening, white-knuckled, on the sheets. The other grazed the skin of Greed's back, although Envy managed to not break skin. (Envy had learned to be careful about that sort of thing, normally coupling with one whose skin didn't heal instantaneously.)
Greed changed tactics, shifting his attention to Envy's neck, grazing the soft skin there with his wicked teeth. A shudder ran up Envy's spine as it arched of its own accord, and a whimper escaped his lips about which he was profoundly grateful that Greed could not later mock him.
Perhaps responding to Envy's wordless plea, Kimblee dispensed with his teasing, swallowing Envy's cock to its base, making considerable use of his well-controlled gag-reflex in doing so. His efforts seemed to be appreciated, with the keening sound Envy made, the way his back arched and his toes curled. Envy fought to draw the moment out by focusing on small details. The cobbled road of Greed's spine, the subtle play of muscles under Envy's wandering hands. Quite different, to feel what had so often seen and sometimes appropriated. But even as Envy scrambled to find purchase on any thought, any distraction to prolong his pleasure, he felt himself slipping, falling, shattering on impact as his climax tore through him.
He cried out as his body shuddered in ecstasy, fingers ripping the sheets on one side and the skin of Greed's back on the other. After a few more spasms, all his muscles went slack as he all but swooned in the aftermath, lying like a rag doll beneath his partners as the room seemed to spin around him.
"D'aww." Greed chuckled, a hint of the usual repartee in his voice. "He's all tuckered out."
"Is that my fault?" Envy muttered, still not opening his eyes. "You're both rather intense, even taken separately."
"Are you quite alright?" Kimblee asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he moved back up to be on a level with the other two.
"Of course." Envy's eyes slid open at last, although they seemed slightly out of focus; languid and unapologetically lascivious. "And I believe I owe you something from earlier." Envy shifted into a female form as she spoke, reaching up and pulling Kimblee into her arms.
"What was earlier?" Greed asked, amused.
"My 'girlfriend' visited me on my lunch hour." Kimblee murmured against Envy's lips.
Greed snorted, incredulous. It wasn't such a remarkable thing, except it was Envy, and hell must be damn cold for him/her/it to be that accommodating. "Lucky you."
"Almost," Kimblee said with exaggerated sorrow. "But someone walked in."
Greed laughed again, imagining the scenario. "Shit, when's the funeral?"
"Unfortunately, I wasn't in a position to see the person's face." Envy said.
Greed just shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Let's see you two go at it then." Normally he wasn't much of a voyeur. To him, there was no such thing as a spectator's sport. But he wanted to see their relationship expressed to its fullest, even more than he wanted to physically possess either of them.
They didn't need telling twice. Far from hesitant anymore, Envy took the lead now, pushing on Kimblee's shoulder so that he was lying on his back, their positions reversed. She didn't kiss his mouth again, but began a quick progression of lips and fingers down his body. Greed barely had time to wonder if she was always this enthusiastic about giving head when her pace slowed, and she glanced upward questioningly. Kimblee shifted, body betraying an impatience he couldn't quite conceal.
"Shall I show him…?" Envy asked.
"By all means, if you're comfortable with it." Kimblee glanced sidelong at Greed, who had observed the exchange with puzzlement. "You're about to be incredibly jealous of me."
Greed wasn't used to encountering that level of smugness in another being. But as red sparks flashed for a moment about Envy's mouth, as her tongue slid forward and coiled around and around, he understood exactly why. He had sometimes wondered about Envy's shape-shifting, the possibilities that entailed, but to see it actualized…
His own member throbbed sympathetically as he watched her work, fascinated. Unique endowment aside, it was also clear she knew what she was doing; alternating between sucking him down into her throat, the spiral sliding and constricting action of her tongue, pausing every now and again to tease his dripping slit or circle the head with the tip of her tongue. Greed couldn't resist stroking his own length as she worked, leisurely at first and then with a bit more urgency. Just watching had never gotten him so hot and bothered, but then, he wasn't used to seeing another man get something he hadn't had countless times before. To think, Envy was showing him something new.
Just when Greed was beginning to wonder if Kimblee possessed some kind of superhuman fortitude, he hooked a finger under Envy's chin, raising her off him with a breathless,
"Stop."
Then grit his teeth through the excruciating moment when Envy did so. He relished the extremity of sensation; the heights of pleasure and the inverse torment of its removal. He was as much a masochist as a sadist in that regard, pushing each feeling to the extreme and himself to the edge of endurance. Nothing less was fully satisfying.
Their ease with each other was once again evident, for without prompting, Envy turned and lay on her back, obviously familiar with how things were going to go. Said familiarity didn't impede her enthusiasm, however. Back arched, bending at the knee to support shamelessly raised hips and spread legs, every muscle in her body communicated eager anticipation.
He didn't ask, he didn't need to ask, as he knelt between her thighs, took hold of her hips, and slid past her flushed, engorged nether-lips into the sweet, slick depths of her.
And Greed found himself surprised once more, not by the act itself which was the antithesis of new to him, but how Envy engaged in it. The way Envy was prone to whine about pain or insult led him to assume that he or she would insist on slow, gentle lovemaking as a rule. How different the reality was, the way she wrapped her legs so tight around his hips, arched into him, gripping the headboard for leverage. She was so into it, and Greed found that he was too; equally aroused by Kimblee's pleasure, with which Greed could naturally identify, and Envy's, which was so deliciously apparent. Her body trembled, in what he might have taken for fatigue in another creature, and she was panting, each inhale catching in an almost yelp-like little sound. Her hair was tangled in her face, but he could see a blush spreading across her cheeks and down onto her chest, even as a sheen of sweat blossomed on her skin while her muscles played beneath.
She would be tight inside, he assumed, having absolute control of such things, and he craved her so powerfully he could almost have salivated. He would have her. He burned with the thought as he watched them, pumping his own length hard and fast because he would go mad if he didn't, imagining pounding into her like that, making her voice crescendo like that, making the slender line of her body jolt like a plucked bowstring and her head whip from side to side as she came for him just like that.
Gripping her hips with such force it would have left bruises on human flesh, Kimblee thrust into her with reckless abandon once, twice, three times following her over the edge with a long, low moan, hitching slightly with each spurt of his orgasm, as he lost himself in her at last.
It was the final straw for Greed, who came a moment later, spattering the sheets with white fluid.
In that moment the differences in their nature were most apparent. Kimblee sank down onto Envy in a pile of sweaty limbs, his head on her chest and her legs still wrapped loosely around him. Greed, by contrast, raised his carbon shield over that select part of his body, maintaining its erect shape and, obviously, hardness.
"It could take its toll on a man's ego," said Kimblee, panting, "competing with someone who has no refractory period."
"But you're not just any man." Envy said softly.
"I'll second that." Greed said. "You put on quite the show, both of you." And you're not competition, his thoughts amended. You're the conquest.
"Show's not necessarily over." Kimblee said, his breath beginning to even out. He raised himself slightly, meeting Envy's eyes. "Would you like me to go down on you, or should we give him his turn?"
"I'll wait." Greed said, before Envy could respond. "Do exactly what you would if you were alone."
"I see." Kimblee grinned at Envy. "Well then, go make me a sandwich."
Envy slapped his shoulder lightly, although she couldn't suppress a smile as she did so.
Kimblee directed his attention first to her small, high breasts, sucking and nibbling first one nipple and then the other to pert attention, before sliding down her stomach and further still, guiding her legs up over his shoulders as he lowered his head between them, and she arched and keened at what he did next.
It was clear that, jests aside, he compensated for their differences in stamina quite well, timing his climax so that Envy might enjoy multiple, either as a woman or a man whose body never tired. Greed watched them with the same fascination as before, although with a lesser level of arousal. Being fixedly and forever male, he could not entirely relate to her physical sensations, but the act was gratifying to him on another level. Just as Envy's wretchedness reminded him of his own, and often had provoked his anger and distain, so he also found solace in her joy. The logic, although unexamined in his own mind, was that if there was hope for Envy surely there was hope for him as well. In that one way, they were much like any family.
One of Envy's hands drifted upwards, alighting on one of her own breasts; kneading it and toying with the nipple. Upon seeing that, Greed couldn't resist the urge to give her a hand. He moved over to where she lay, his body at a right angle to her own. Her eyes had been closed, but they slid open when he was close beside her as though sensing him near. She had no objection to his added attention, kissing him heatedly and moaning into his mouth as she did so, before he applied his attention to other areas.
Between the two of them, it wasn't long before she reached her peak again, dampening the sheets and Kimblee's chin in her climax.
"Right." Greed said, almost before Envy had even caught her breath. "My turn."
Kimblee withdrew slightly, moving up to lean against the pillows at the headboard and also to obtain a better view, whereas Greed lay more or less lengthwise across the bed. The bed itself was so large he could lie across it at any angle and have room aplenty.
"How do you want me?" Envy asked.
"Let's go with male for now." Greed said. "Why break stride?"
Envy changed gender accordingly, and no sooner was she a he than Greed seized Envy's ankle and yanked him closer, dragging him across the bed and pinning him thereupon as though they were just grappling.
"So, how flexible are you?" "Greed inquired in a husky voice, leering down at Envy as though he was a steak into which Greed was about to sink his overly-sharp teeth. Envy was rendered speechless for a moment under the sudden heat of his gaze.
"Flexible enough to kick your face into the floor, if I recall correctly." Kimblee put in helpfully.
"And here I thought you were too drunk to recall anything." Greed said.
"It would be a crime to forget such a fight. The chemistry you had – expressed in violence, but all the more obvious for it. I knew seeing you in bed would be as spectacular as seeing you in battle."
"So no pressure then?" Greed quipped.
"I think you're up to it."
Greed laughed, turnings his eyes back no Envy. "What do you think? Can we fuck as well as we fight?"
"Only one way to find out." Envy said, all but jumping out of his skin with impatience for Greed to do something, anything, other than talk.
He started only by kissing Envy very gently, belying his earlier roughness. And if kissing Greed before had been intense, with Envy's attention now undivided the shock of it hit him like a punch to the gut; not painful but so powerful it nearly was. Envy deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Greed and arching into him, their bodies melding into each other. The fingers of one of Envy's hands played in the short, coarse bristles of hair at the nape of his neck. Envy's mouth slid open of its own accord; their tongues met, exploratory, and Envy got just a taste of the sharpness of Greed's teeth in the kiss.
It seemed to go on forever or, rather, exist beyond time itself. Envy relished every detail, the shape and texture of his body which Envy knew so well and yet didn't know at all. It spurred Envy on to further heights of arousal, while at the same time soothing something much deeper, each kiss and caress like a balm on Envy's raw ego, the wounds they had traded back and forth for so many years. It was the closest thing to an apology they could ever have from one another, and for that night at least it was enough.
Then he pulled away, and Envy made a little sound of protest before he could stop himself. However, Greed didn't go far, simply rolled to the edge of the bed and groped for a moment in the drawer of the bedside cabinet, withdrawing a small white tube of what turned out to be lubricant.
Envy was caught by surprise at the consideration, which was the antithesis of how they usually behaved towards one another. The surprise was quickly overtaken by desire, as Envy watched Greed squirt a careless amount of the clear gel on his hand and spread it along the length of his impressive erection. Envy watched the motion hungrily. He wanted to touch it, wanted to be fucked by it. Greed watched him watch, and knew it.
"Get over here."
It was probably the only situation in which Greed would follow Envy's orders. They kissed for a little longer, and Envy's fingers skated across Greed's torso and lower, learning every inch of him. Envy was good with his hands, and presently Greed prized Envy's digits off of him.
"Not like that." His breath had become heavy. "I want you."
"Take me then."
It was Greed's turn for manual exploration, sliding one hand down between them, down between Envy's legs. Envy shivered at the contact. If Greed was taken aback by Envy's uninhibited wantonness, Envy in turn would not have expected the care Greed took with him, easing two fingers inside very slowly, before applying very slight pressure outward in a scissoring motion. That uncharacteristic gentleness from him set Envy's blood on fire, and paradoxically made him want to dispense with it.
"Hey…" Envy said, tilting Greed's chin up so their eyes met. "Just fuck me." Envy wanted it in him, damn it.
"Are you sure?" Greed asked, quirking one brow.
"You know my body can handle it."
"Fair enough." Greed said with his usual devil-may-care grin. Needing no further encouragement, he moved one of Envy's legs around his hip and the other up over his shoulder. The difference in their heights was such that Envy's leg pointed almost straight up, his heel gaining purchase on Greed's shoulder. He turned and kissed the inside of Envy's ankle before lining himself up and driving himself into Envy's opening. Envy winced, but no more than that, as a thin trail of blood ran from where their bodies joined, but even as it did so Envy had already healed.
That was all it took for Kimblee to be at full attention once again. He wouldn't have stood for it if Greed had done that without Envy's consent, but there was no denying the sadistic joy he took in the sight.
"You alright?" Greed asked.
"Fine." Envy said, his hips twitching of their own accord with impatience.
Greed adjusted their position just a little so that Envy's body was at an angle to his, lying with his weight supported on one arm. Then he began to move. His experience was immediately evident, driving his member against Envy's prostate like a heat-seeking missile, slow and deliberate, enjoying Envy's sound of half-pleasure, half surprise.
"Harder." Envy said through clenched teeth, his body craving motion. That tremor ran through him again, that for anyone else would have indicated exhaustion in that extreme position.
Greed redoubled his pace, pounding into Envy harder and faster than he would have dared with anyone he didn't want to suffer tears in unfortunate places. If there was any injury, the pain didn't register.
"Touch yourself, Envy." Kimblee said in a soft voice. "You must want to."
As it happened, Envy was always hesitant when it came to self-gratification. It felt shameful, not in a moralistic sense necessarily but because, to Envy, it was linked with rejection, with having no other options. When told to do so, however, the sting of humiliation was alleviated. Envy wasn't desperate; he was complying with the wishes of his partner. His hand darted down, gripping his own erection and pumping it as hard and fast as Greed was moving inside him.
Envy almost wished it would hurt a little, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he sought to put the breaks on a bit, anything to extend this, to have more of this; Envy never wanted it to stop. But the more Envy tried to hold onto the pleasure he felt, the more it seemed to hold onto him, washing over him and sweeping him away into oblivion.
Envy collapsed for the second time that night. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear Greed moving away from him, probably to take Kimblee up on the other half of their agreement. There was a distant ripple of jealousy – towards whom Envy couldn't have said – and yet he was too spent and blissful in that moment for the feeling to gain any momentum.
"Invidia?"
"Hm?"
"Just making sure you're not in some kind of coma."
Envy smiled a little, opening his eyes and turning to be in full view of the other two. "Comas aren't something I do."
"There's no way there's no way." Greed said, now lying next to Kimblee amid the pillows against the headboard. "Particularly with my technique." He made a show of preening.
"It wasn't that good." Envy said in a faux-coy voice that it knew wouldn't fool any of them.
"Yeah." Greed said. "I'm surprised your head didn't explode."
"That's more my technique." Kimblee said, pulling Greed closer to him. They didn't kiss on the lips, as per Envy's rule, but Greed's mouth was suddenly everywhere else on him; the hollow beneath his lower lip, the place just adjacent to the corner of his mouth, up across the rise of his cheekbone and finally to his ear.
"I don't think you quite appreciate the position you put me in." Greed said, his teeth leaving a few reddened marks on Kimblee's earlobe like a row of earrings.
"I thought it was going to be the other way around…?"
"That night Envy and I fought, when I had to drag you upstairs and tuck you in."
"Memory fails on that one."
"Nothing much to remember," his grin spoke otherwise. "And that's the problem. There you were, all defenseless, with your hair coming down," he entwined his fingers in Kimblee's hair as he spoke, "and your clothes askew," the finger of Greed's other hand ran down his chest, "dead to the world, and pining after someone else to boot. I don't take that which should be freely given, but that night I'll admit I was sorely tempted." He ground his erection against Kimblee's hip as he said it, as if to demonstrate said temptation.
"And yet you refrained from something you wanted? Why?"
"Because sex is more than a matter of possessing someone's body. It's a matter of possessing them, in here." He tapped on Kimblee's forehead. "Now, any idiot can do that by force and with pain. But if that's the way it goes, they'll spend the rest of their lives trying to forget it, and probably succeed sooner or later. However," he shifted so that he was lying atop Kimblee. "If the power you have over someone comes from pleasure, they'll spend the rest of their lives trying to remember." He reached down between their bodies, gripping both their lengths with one hand, beginning to slide up and down. "And they'll be yours as long as they do."
"I see." He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Greed's shoulders and surrendering himself entirely to the sensations. "Humans having freedom of will, the only true ownership is the one in which we're complicit." His eyes slid open once more and onto Envy. "And where were you during this?"
"I thought something much different was going to happen when he took you upstairs." Envy said, quietly, fiddling with the sheet where it had been torn. "I couldn't handle that, so I left."
"Don't leave now." He extended one arm to Envy, who moved closer. As they kissed, Greed leaned over, retrieving the bottle of lube from where it had been pushed to one side, half-under a pillow. "Right." He said, managing to be both businesslike and suggestive. Sliding one hand under Kimblee's shoulder, he pushed him onto his side, facing Envy with Greed at his back.
"Take your time about it." Kimblee said, looking over his shoulder at Greed. "And none of that gymnastic stuff you did with Envy." He added, running one finger along Greed's chin, somehow both provocative and cautionary.
Greed smirked, taking Kimblee's hand in his own and kissing the transmutation tattoo. "I'll be gentle, Lotus Flower."
Envy watched the exchange with interest. He had wondered if it might be weird seeing Kimblee in a more submissive role than he took where Envy was concerned. And yet nothing about him seemed changed or compromised. Differences in partner or position notwithstanding, he was as much in control as ever.
Kimblee tilted Envy's chin up and kissed him, as Green nuzzled and lightly grazed the skin of Kimblee's neck with his teeth. At the same time, he doused his hand with a fresh amount of lube. He glanced up, meeting Envy's eyes over Kimblee's shoulder. "Be a sport and distract him for a bit."
Envy was secretly but profoundly relieved that there was a way for him to be involved; a way in which he still felt wanted.
Kimblee shivered, as both their hands slid down his body almost in unison, and he couldn't suppress an insufferably self-satisfied smirk. The un-brothers proved a good team, working with a synchronicity which would have surprised just about anyone else. It was exquisite in its own way. The pain of accommodating, however gradually, Greed's generously-sized organ, contrasted with the pleasure of Envy's clever hands on him; Envy, who knew exactly how fast and how hard, how to bring him right to the edge in spite of everything, only to ease off and let other sensations reel him back in.
"You two will be the death of me." He breathed. A fresh sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. His eyes were closed, so he missed the look that Greed and Envy exchanged over his shoulder. However, Greed's mouth was on the crook of his neck, and Kimblee felt his mouth curl in a smirk. A second later he understood why, as Greed began to move inside him. He moaned low in his throat as that burning, melting pleasure blossomed inside him, slowly but gaining speed. That and Envy's continued manipulation of him had him quite out of his mind.
Then, just as the tension in him was building to a breaking point once more, both homunculi stopped at once. His eyes shot open and the breath hitched in his throat as the abrupt halt left him reeling. He was greeted by an incredibly wicked look on Envy's face.
"Have mercy." He managed. "I'm only human."
"Mercy?" Greed said, as though the word was foreign.
"That's not really our thing." Envy said lightly, pinching one of his nipples not-so-lightly. "What do you think, Greed?"
"That is entirely up to you, Envy." Greed said, making a show of dragging things out, even though he himself felt half-mad with the urge to finish. "He is your human, after all."
"Hmmmm." Envy's lips curled in a smirk. "I suppose we could be nice, just this once. Seeing as he's pretty nice to me." Envy kissed him softly and gripping him once more, a split-second before Greed began thrusting into him again, with considerably less reserve this time, and he was beyond caring.
There was no more pain, or else it added to the overwhelming sensations rioting through his body. Pleasure drowned out all else; indeed, it was all but drowning him. He had no mind, no body, he was nothing but the sensations they gave him.
He went off like one of his own bombs. Jolts of pleasure shot through him like lightning, lightning which struck again and again; indeed, light flashed behind his eyes as though he had been electrocuted from within by the force of his orgasm, ejaculating with such force both his and Envy's stomachs were dotted with white.
Greed came a moment later, sinking his teeth into the crux of Kimblee's neck in a way that would leave a very questionable crescent of teeth marks.
With that, Kimblee was very obviously at the limit of his impressive but finite energy, gasping as though he had run a marathon, unable to keep his eyes from sliding shut. "You two…" His voice was already slightly slurred with oncoming sleep, "should combine your efforts more often. The world in its entirety would be overwhelmed and swept away."
Greed and Envy exchanged a look, not quite sad but bittersweet, too fleeting to fully analyze.
Then Greed shifted away from Kimblee, patting the space between their bodies. "Sleep in the middle." He said to Envy. "You know you want to."
Envy did want to. Falling asleep with each of them pressed close on either side was, in its own way, as good as anything else had been. And that was saying something.
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(A/N: As to the 'make me a sandwich' joke, I feel like Envy has made a few attempts to cook, under his or her own initiative of course. I can picture, for instance, Envy trying to cram an entire sandwich into a slot of the toaster. Then, when it catches on fire, trying to pry it out with metal tongs and getting electrocuted. Then kicking the toaster across the room in a fit of rage. Kimblee may have been referencing this incident. Thanks for reading!)